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C0LLECTI(TH~ 


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PSALMS  and  HYMNS, 


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PUBLICK    WORSHIP. 


BOSTON: 
Printed  by  MANNING  and    LORING. 

1799. 


PSALMS, 

Sele&ed  principally  from  Tate  and  Brady. 


Psalm  I.     Common  Metre, 
The  good  Man  happy ,  the  Sinner  mife  fable. 

xlOW  blefs'd  is  he,  who  ne'er  confents 

By  ill  advice  to  walk  ; 
Nor  ftands  in  Tinners'  ways,  nor  fits 

Where  rnen  profanely  talk  ! 
II. 
Bur  makes  the  perfect  law  of  God 

His  bufinefs  and  delight ; 
Devoutly  reads  therein  by  day, 

And  meditates  by  night, 
III. 
Like  fome  fair  tree,  which  fed  by  dreams 

With  timely  fruit  does  bend, 
He  ftill  fhall  flourifh,  and  fuccefs 

All  his  defigns  attend. 


4  PSALMS. 

IV. 

Ungodly  men,  and  their  attempts, 

No  lafting  root  fhall  find  ; 
Untimely  blafted,  and  difpers'd, 

Like  chaff  before  the  wind. 
V. 
For  God  approves  the  juft  man's  ways;; 

To  happinefs  they  tend  ; 
But  finners,  and  the  paths  they  tread, 

Shall  both  in  ruin  end. 

Psalm  II.     Common  Metre. 
The  Exaltation  of  the  Son  of  God ^ 

ATTEND,  O  earth,' whilft  I  declare 

(Jod's  UiicontroIFd  decree  : 
"  Thou  art  my  Son  ;  this  day,  my  heir, 

"  Have  I  begotten  thee. 
II. 
u  Alk,  and  receive  thy  full  demands  ; 

"  Thine  fhall  the  heathen  be  : 
"  The  utmoft  limits  of  the  lands 

"  Shall  be  poflefs'd  by  thee." 
III. 
Learn  then,  ye  princes,  and  give  ear, 

Ye  judges  of  the  earth  ; 
Worfhip  the  Lord  with  holy  fear  ; 

Rejoice  with  awful  mirth. 


PSALMS.  s 

Psalm  III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  Fears  fupprejed :   a  Morning 
Pfalm. 

1  HOU,  O  my  God,  art  my  defence  ; 

On  thee  my  hopes  rely  : 
Thou  art  my  glory,  and  fhalt  yet 
Lift  up  my  head  on  high. 
II. 
Since  whenfoe'er,  in  deep  diftrefs, 

To  God  I  made  my  pray'r, 

He  heard  me  from  his  holy  hill ; 

Why  fhould  I  now  defpair  ? 

III. 

Guarded  by  him,  I  laid  me  down 

My  fweet  repofe  to  take ; 
For  I  through  him  fecurely  fleep, 
Through  him  in  fafety  wake. 
IV. 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

He   only  can  defend  ; 
His  bleffing  he  extends  to  all 
That  on  his  pow'r  depend. 


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6  PSALMS. 

Psalm  IV.     Common  Metre. 

True  Happinefs  only  in  God :    an  Evening 
Pfalm. 

CONSIDER  that  the  righteous  man 

Is  God's  peculiar  choice  ; 
And  when  to  him  I  make  my  pray'r, 

He  always  hears  my  voice. 
IT. 
Then  ftand  in  awe  of  his  commands, 

Flee  ev'ry  thing  that's  ill ; 
Commune  in  private  with  your  hearts, 

And  bend  them  to  his  will. 
III. 
The  place  of  other  facrifice 

Let  righteoufnefs  fupply  ; 
And  let  your  hope,  fecurely  fix'd, 

On  God  alone  rely. 
IV. 
While  worldly  minds  impatient  grow 

More  profp'rous  times  to  fee  ; 
Still  let  the  glories  of  thy  face 

Shine  brightly,  Lord,  on  me. 

So  (hall  my  heart  o'erflow  with  joy, 
More  lafting,  and  more  true, 

Than  theirs  who  ftores  of  corn  and  wine 
Succeffively  renew. 


PSALMS. 

VI. 
Then  down  in  peace  I'll  lay  my  head, 

And  take  my  needful  reft : 
No  other  guard,  O  Lord,  I  crave, 

Of  thy  defence  pofleft. 

Psalm  V.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

JLORD,  hear  the  voice  of  my  complaint, 

Accept  my  fecret  pray'r  : 
To  thee  alone,  my  King,  my  God, 

Will  I  for  help  repair. 
II. 
Thou  in  the  morn  my  voice  ihalt  hear* 

And  with  the  dawning  day 
To  thee  devoutly  I'll  look  up, 

To  thee  devoutly  pray. 
III. 
But  when  thy  boundlefs  grace  mail  me 

To  thy  lov'd  courts  reftore, 
On  thee  I'll  fix  my  longing  eyes, 

And  humbly  there  adore. 
IV. 
Lord,  let  all  thofe  who  truft  in  thee, 

With  fhouts  their  joy  proclaim  ; 
Let  them  rejoice  whom  thou  preferv'ft, 

And  all  that  love  thy  name. 


8  PSALMS. 

v. 

To  righteous  men,  the  righteous  Lord 

His  bleffing  will  extend  ; 
And  with  his  favour  all  his  faints, 

As  with  a  fhield,  defend. 

Psalm  VIII.     Common  Metre. 

God's  Sovereignty  and  Goodnefs  ;  and  Mart's 
Dominion  over  the  Creatures. 
I. 
O  THOU  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 

Within  this  earthly  frame, 
Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou  ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 
II. 
When  heav'n,  thy  beauteous  work  on  high, 

Employs  my  wond'ring  fight ; 
The  moon  that  nightly  rules  the  fky, 
With  ftars  of  feebler  light ; 
III. 
What's  man  (fay  I)  that,  Lord,  thou  lov'ft 

To  keep  him  in  thy  mind  ? 
Or  what  his  offspring,  that  thou  prov'ft 
To  him  fo  wond'rous  kind  ? 
IV. 
Him  next  in  pow'r  thou  didft  create 

To  thy  celeftial  train, 
Ordain  d  with  dignity  and  ftate 
O'er  all  thy  works  to  reign. 


PSALMS.  9 

v. 
They  jointly  own  his  pow'rful  fway, 

The  beafts  that  prey  or  graze ; 
The  bird  that  wings  its  airy  way ; 
The  fifh  that  cuts  the  feas. 
VI. 

0  thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow 
Within  this  earthly  frame, 

Through  all  the  world  how  great  art  thou  ! 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

Psalm  IX.     Common  Metre. 
The  Truths  Juftice^  and  Goodnefs  of  God, 

1  O  celebrate  thy  praife,  O  Lord, 

I  will  my  heart  prepare- 
To  all  the  lift'ning^  world  thy  works, 

Thy  wond'rous  works  declare. 
II. 
The  thought  of  them  mall  to  my  foul 

Exalted  pleafures  bring ; 
Whilft  to  thy  name,  O  thou  Moil  High ! 

Triumphant  praife  I  fing. 
III. 
The  Lord  for  ever  lives,  who  has 

His  righteous  throne  prepar'd* 
Impartial  juftice  to  difpenfe, 

To  punifh  or  reward, 


jo       "      T  S  A  L   M  S. 

IV. 

God  is  a  conftant  fure  defence 

Againft  oppreffing  rage  ; 
As  troubles  rife,  his  needful  aids 

In  our  behalf  engage. 
V. 
All  thofe  who  have  his  goodnefs  prov'd, 

Will  in  his  truth  confide ; 
Whofe  mercy  ne'er  forfook  the  man 

That  on  his  help   rely'd. 
VI. 
Sing  praifes  therefore  to  the  Lord, 

All  ye  who  love  his  name  ; 
And  with  loud  ihouts  of  grateful  joy 

His  faving  pow'r  proclaim. 

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God  loves  the  righteous •>  and  hates  the  wicked. 

"Vv  HEN  once  the  firm  affurance  fails, 

Which  publick  faith  imparts, 
'Tis  time  for  innocence  to  fly 

From  fuch  deceitful  arts. 
II. 
The  Lord  hath  both  a  temple  here, 

And  righteous  throne  above  ; 
Where  he  furveys  the  fons  of  men, 

And  how  their  counfels  move. 


PSALMS,  U 

in. 
Jf  God,  the  righteous,  whom  he  loves, 

For  trial  does  correct, 
What  muft  thefons  of  violence, 

Whom  he  abhors,  expert  ? ' 
1Y. 
The  righteous  Lord  will  righteous  deeds 

With  fignal  favour  grace; 
And  to  the  upright  man  difclofe 

The  brightnefs  of  his  face. 

Psalm  XV,     Common  Metre. 
The  Char  after  of  a  good  Man. 

JLORD,  who's  the  happy  man,  that  may 

To  thy  blefs'd  courts  repair ; 
Not  ftranger-like,  to  vifit  them, 

But  to  inhabit  there  ? 
II. 
*Tis  he,  whofe  ev'ry  thought  and  deed 

By  rules  of  virtue  moves ; 
Whofe  gen'rous  tongue  difdains  to  fpeak 

The  thing  his  heart  difproves. 
III. 
Who  never  did  a  flander  forge, 

His  neighbour's  fame  to  wound, 
Nor  hearken  to  a  falfe  report, 

By  malice  whifper'd  round. 


tz  PSALMS. 

IV. 
Who  vice,  in  all  its  pomp  and  pow'r, 

Can  treat  with  juft  neglect ; 
And  piety,  though  cloth'd  in  rags, 

Religioufly  refpe£t. 
V. 
Who  to  his  plighted  vows  and  truft 

Has  ever  firmly  flood  ; 
And  though  he  promife  to  his  lofs, 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 
VI. 
Who  feeks  not  in  oppreflive  ways 

His  treafure  to  employ  ; 
Whom  no  rewards  can  ever  bribe, 

The  guiltlefs  to  deftroy. 
VII. 
The  man  who  by  his  fteady  courfe 

Has  happinefs  enfur'd, 
When  earth's  foundation  fhakes,  fhall  ftand 

By  providence  fecur'd. 

Psalm  XVI.    Common  Metre. 
Hope  of  the  Refurreclion. 

1  L 

1  STRIVE  each  action  to  approve 

To  God's  all-feeing  eye  ; 
No  danger  fhall  my  hopes  remove, 
Becaufe  he  ftill  is  nigh. 


PSALMS. 

II. 
Therefore  my  heart  all  grief  defies, 

My  glory  does  rejoice  : 
My  flefh  fhall  reft,  in  hope  to  rife, 

Wak'd  by  his  powerful  voice. 
III. 
He  will  the  paths  of  life  difplay, 

Which  to  his  prefence  lead  ; 
Where  pleafures  dwell  without  allay, 

And  joys  that  never  fade. 

Psalm  XVIII.     Long  Metre. 
Confidence  in  the  Protection  of  God, 

JN  O  change  of  times  fhall  ever  fhock 

My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  thee : 
For  thou  haft  always  been  a  rock, 

A  fortrefs  and  defence  to  me. 
II: 
Thou  my  deliverer  art,  my  God  ; 

My  truft  is  in  thy  mighty  pow'r : 
Thou  art  my  fhield  from  foes  abroad, 

At  home  my  fafeguard  and  my  tow'r. 
III. 
To  heav'n  I  made  my  mournful  pray'r, 

To  God  addrefs'd  my  humble  moan  • 
Who  gracioufly  inclin'd  his  ear, 

And  heard  me  from  his  lofty  throne. 
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PSALMS. 


IV. 
The  LORD  did  on  my  fide  engage ; 

Fromheav'n,his  throne, my  caufe  upheld; 
And  fnatch'd  me  from  the  furious  rage  ^ 
Of  threat'ning  waves  that  proudly  fwell'd. 
V. 
Thou  to  the  juft  (halt  juftice  mow ; 

The  pure  thy  purity  fhall  fee : 
Such  as  perverfely  choofe  to  go, 

Shall  meet  with  due  returns  from  thee. 
VI. 
Then  who  deferves  to  be  ador'd, 

But  God,  on  whom  my  hopes  depend? 
Or  who,  except  the  mighty  Lord, 
Can  with  refiftlefs  power  defend  ? 

Psalm  XIX.  Firft  Part.  Common  Metre, 

The  Voice  of  Nature  proclaiming  God. 

I. 
THE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

Which  that  alone  can  fill ; 
The  firmament  and  ftars  exprefs 

Their  ereat  Creator's  fkill. 
II. 
The  dawn  of  each  returning  day 

Frefh  beams  of  knowledge  brings  % 
From  darkeft  night's  fucceffive  rounds 

Divine  inftru&ion  fprings. 


PSALMS.  15 

III. 
Their  pow'rful  language  to  no  realm 

Or  region  is  confin'd  ; 
'Tis  nature's  voice,  and  underftood 

Alike  by  all  mankind. 
IV. 
Their  doctrine  does  its  facred  fenfe 

Through  earth's  extent  difplay ; 
Whofe  bright  contents  the  circling  fun 

Does  round  the  world  convey. 
V. 
No  bridegroom  for  his  nuptials  drefs'd, 

Has  fuch  a  cheerful  face : 
No  giant  doth  like  him-  rejoice 

To  run  his  glorious  race. 
VI. 
From  eaft  to  weft,  from  weft  to  eaft, 

His  reftlefs  courfe  he  goes ; 
And,  through  his  progrefs,  cheerful  light 

And  vital  warmth  beftows. 

Psalm  XIX.   Firft  Part.  Long  Metre, 
The  Heavens  declare  the  glory  of  God. 

1  HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  fky, 
And  fpangled  heav'ns,  a  fhining  frame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 


16  PSALMS. 

II. 

Tli'  unwearied  fun  from  day  to  day- 
Does  his  Creator's  pow'r  diiplay, 
And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

III. 
Soon  as  the  ev'ning  fhades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  lift  ning  earth 
Repeats  the  ftory  of  her  birth  : 

IV. 
Whilft  all  the  ftars  which  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings,  as  they  roll, 
And  fpread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

V. 
Wl^t  though  in  folemn  fnence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terreftrial  ball ; 
Wliat  though  no  real  voice  nor  found 
Amidft  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  : 

VI. 
\n  reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  ringing  as  they  fhine, 
The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine. 


PSALMS.  i7 

Psalm  XIX.  SecondPart.  Common  Metre. 
The  Excellency  of  the  Scriptures. 

VjtOD's  perfefl:  law  converts  the  foul, 

Reclaims  from  falfe  defires ; 
With  facred  wifdom  his  fure  word 

The  ignorant  infpires. 
II. 
The  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  are  juft, 

And  bring  fincere  delight ; 
His  pure  commands  in  fearch  of  truth 

Affift  the  feebleft  fight. 
III. 
His  perfect  worfhip  here  is  fix'd, 

On  fure  foundations  laid  ; 
His  equal  laws  are  in  the  fcales 

Of  truth  and  juftice  weigh'd. 
IV. 
Of  more  efteem  than  golden  mines, 

Or  gold  refin'd  with  fkill ; 
More  fweet  than  honey,  or  the  drops 

That  from  the  comb  diftil. 
V. 
But  what  frail  man  obferves  how  oft 

He  does  from  virtue  fall  ? 
O  !  cleanfe  me  from  my  fecret  faults, 

Thou  God  that  know'ft  them  all 


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i8  PSALMS. 

VI. 
Let  no  prefumptuous  fin,  O  Lord, 

Dominion  have  o'er  me ; 
That  by  thy  grace  preferv'd,  I  may 

The  great  tranfgreffion  flee. 

Psalm  XX.     Common  Metre. 
For  a  Day  of  Prayer  i?i  time  of  War. 

To  thy  falvation,  Lord,  for  aid, 

We  cheerfully  repair, 
With  banners  in  thy  name  difplay'd : 

O  Lord,  accept  our  pray'r. 
II. 
Our  hopes  are  fix'd,  that  now  the  Lord 

His  people  will  defend  ; 
From  heav'n  refiftlefs  aid  afford, 

And  to  our  pray'r  attend. 
III. 
Some  truft  in  fteeds,  for  war  defign'd  ; 

On  chariots  ibme  rely  ; 
Againft  them  all  we'll  call  to  mind 

The  pow'r  of  God'moft  high. 
IV. 
But  from  their  fteeds  and  chariots  thrown 

Behold  them  through  the  plain,      m 
Diforder'd,  broke,  and  trampled  down, 

Whilft  firm  our  troops  remain. 


PSALMS,  19 

v. 
Still  fave  us,  Lord,  and  ftill  proceed 

Our  rightful  caufe  to  blefs  ; 
Hear,  King  of  heav'n,  in  times  of  need, 

The  pray'rs  that  we  addrefs. 

Psalm  XXII.  EirftPart.  Common  Metre. 
For  Good  Friday. 

iVlY  God,  my  God,  why  Ieav'ft  thou  me, 

\V  hen  I  with  anguifh  faint  ? 
O  !  why  fo  far  from  me  remov'd, 

And  from  my  loud  complaint  ? 
II. 
My  blood  like  water's  fpill'd,  my  joints 

Are  rack'd  and  out  of  frame  ; 
My  heart  diffolves  within  my  breaft, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame. 
III. 
My  ftrength  like  potter's  earth  is  parch'd, 

My  tongue  cleaves  to  my  jaws  ; 
And  to  the  filent  fliades  of  death 

My  fainting  foul  withdraws. 
IV. 
Like  blood-hounds  to  furround  me,  they    fc 

In  pack'd  affemblies  meet ; 
They  pierc'd  my  inofTenfive  hands, 

They  pierc'd  my  harmlefs  feet. 


so  PSALMS. 

v. 

My  body's  rack'd,  till  all  my  bones- 

Diftinftly  may  be  told  : 
Yet  fuch  a  fpe&acle  of  wo 

As  paftime  they  beholds 
VI. 
As  fpoil,  my  garments  they  divide, 

Lots  for  my  vefture  caft  : 
Therefore  approach,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 

And  to  my  fuccour  hafte. 

Psalm  XXII.    Second  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
Obedience  to  God  due  from  all  Men. 

LET  all  the  glad  converted  world 

To  God  their  homage  pay  ; 
And  fcatter'd  nations  of  the  earth 

One  fov'reign  Lord  obey, 
II. 
'Tis  his  fupreme  prerogative 

O'er  fubjecl  kings  to  reign  : 
'Tis  juft  that  he  mould  rule  the  world. 

Who  does  the  world  fuftain. 
III. 
The  rich,  who  are  with  plenty  fed, 

His  bounty  muft  confefs  ; 
The  fons  of  want,  by  him  reliev'd, 

Their  gen'rous  patron  blefs. 


PSALMS.  21 

IV. 

With  humble  worfhip  to  his  throne, 

Let  all  for  aid  re  fort : 
That  pow'r  which  firffc  their  beings  gave, 

Can  only  them  fuppon. 

Psalm  XXIII.     Common  Metre. 
God  our  Shepherd. 

rp    :  \       i. 

I  HE  Lord-  himfelf*  the  mighty  Lord, 

Vouchfafes  to  be  my  guide, 
The  fhepherd,  by  whole  conftant  care 
My  wants  are  all  fupply'd. 
II. 
In  tender  grafs  he  makes  me  feecT? 

And  gently  there  repofe  ; 
Then  leads  me  to  cool  fhades,  and  where 
Refrefhing  water  flows, 
III. 
He  does  my  wandering  foul  reclaim, 

And  to  his  endlefs  praife, 
Inftrucl:  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
In  his  moft  righteous  ways. 
IV. 
I  pafs  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 

From  fear  and  danger  free ; 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  ftaff 
Defend  and  comfort  me, 


a*  PSALMS. 

v. 

Since  God  doth  thus  his  wond'rous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life  to  him  I  will  devote, 

And  in  his  worfhip  fpend. 

Psalm  XXIII.     Six  Line  Long^  Metre. 
God  our  Shepherd. 
I. 
THE  Lord  my  pafture  {hall  prepare* 
And  feed  me  with  a  fhepherd's  care : 
His  prefence  {hall  my  wants  fupply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  {hall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

II. 
When  in  the  lultry  glebe  T  faint,. 
Or  on  the  thirfty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wancf  ring  fteps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  flow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landfcape  flow. 

III. 
Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  ftray, 
His  prefence  {hall  my  pains  beguile  : 
The  barren  wildernefs  {hall  fmile, 
With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'dr 
And  ftreams  mall  murmur  all  around, 


PSALMS.  23 

IV. 
Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrours  overfpread, 
My  fteadfaft  heart  fhall  fear  no  ill, 
For,  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  ftillj 
Thy  friendly  crook  fhall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  difmal  fhade. 

Ps  alm  XXIV.  Firft  Part.  Common  Metre, 
The  Man  whom  God  approves. 

1  HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  ; 

The  Lord  her  fulnefs  is  ; 
The  world,  and  all  that  dwell  therein, 
By  fov'reign  right  are  his. 
II. 
But  for  himfelf,  this  Lord  of  all 

One  chofen  feat  defign'd  : 
O  !  who  fhall  to  that  facred  hill 
Deferv'd  admittance  find  ? 
III. 
The  man  whofe  hands  and  heart  are  pure, 

Whofe  thoughts  from  pride  are  free ; 
Who  honeft  poverty  prefers 
To  gainful  perjury. 
IV. 
This,  this  is  he,  on  whora  the  Lord 

Shall  fhow'r  his  bleffings  down  ; 
Whom  God  his  Saviour  fhall  vouchfafe 
With  righteoufnefs  to  crown. 


,24  PSALMS. 

v. 
Such  is  the  race  of  faints,  by  whom 

The  facred  courts  are  trod  ; 
And  fuch  the  pious  profelytes, 

That  feek  the  face  of  God. 

Psalm  XXIV.  Second  Part.   Com.  Metre. 

The  Lord  the  King  cf  Glory. 
I. 
ERECT  your  heads,  eternal  gates ; 

Unfold,  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory  :  fee  !  he  comes 
With  his  celeftial  train. 
II. 
Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord  for  ftrength  renown'd  : 
In  battle  mighty  ;  o'er  his  foes 
Eternal  vlftor  crown'd. 
III. 
Ered  your  heads,  ye  gates,  unfold, 

In  ftate  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory  :  fee  !  he  comes 
With  all  his  fli'ming  train. 
IV. 
Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 
The  Lord  of.  hofts  renown'd  : 
Of  glory  he  alone  is  King, 
Who  is  with  glory  crown'd. 


PSALMS.  2S 

Psalm  XXV.      Firft  Part.  Short  Metre. 
Seeking  divine  Forgivenefs  and  Direction* 

1  HY  mercies,  and  thy  love, 
O  Lord,  recal  to  mind  ; 
And  gracioufly  continue  ftill, 
As  thou  wert  ever,  kind. 

II. 
Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 
Be  blotted  out  by  thee ; 
And,  for  thy  wond'rous  goodnefs'  fake, 
In  m^rcy  think  on  me. 

III. 
His  mercy,  and  his  truth, 
The  righteous  Lord  difplays, 
In  bringing  wand'ring  finners  home, 
And  teaching  them  his  ways. 

IV. 
He  thofe  in  juftice  guides, 
Who  his  direction  feek ; 
And  in  his  facred  paths  mail  lead 
The  humble  and  the  meek. 

V. 
Through  all  the  ways  of  God 
Both  truth  and  mercy  fhine, 
To  fuch  as  with  religious  hearts, 
To  his  bleis'd  will  incline. 
C 


26  PSALMS. 

Psalm  XXV.    Second  Part.    Short  Metre. 

God's  Companion  to  thofe  who  humbly  obey 
him. 

I. 

SlNCE  mercy  is  the  grace 

That  moft  exalts  thy  fame, 
Forgive  my  heinous  fin,  O  Lord, 

And  fo  advance  thy  name. 
II. 

Whoe'er  with  humble  fear, 

To  God  his  duty  pays, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  a  faithful  guide, 

In  all  his  righteous  ways. 
III. 

For  God  to  all  his  faints 

His  fecret  will  imparts  y 
And  does  his  gracious  covenant  write 

In  their  obedient  hearts. 

Psalm  XXVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Safety  of  trifling  in  God. 

I. 
CONTINUE,  Lord,  to  hear  my  voice, 

Whene'er  to  thee  I  cry  ; 
In  mercy  all  my  pray'rs  receive, 

Nor  my  requeft  deny. 


PSALMS.  2; 

11. 

When  us  to  feek  thy  glorious  face 

Thou  kindly  doft  advife  ; 
Thy  glorious  face  I'll  always  feek, 

My  grateful  heart  replies. 
III. 
Then  hide  not  thou  thy  face,  O  Lord, 

Nor  me  in  wrath  reject  : 
My  God  and  Saviour,  leave  not  him 

Thou  didft  fo  oft  protect. 
IV. 
I  trulied  that  my  future  life 

Should  with  thy  love  be  crown'd ; 
Or  elfe  my  fainting  foul  had  fdnk, 

With  forrow  compafs'd  round. 
V. 
God's  time  with  patient  faith  expect, 

And  he'll  infpire  thy  bread 
With  inward  ftrength  :   do  thou  thy  part, 

And  leave  to  him  the  reft. 

Psalm  XXIX.     Long   Metre. 
The  Majejly  of  God  in  Thunder. 

JEHOVAH  with  amazing  noife, 
The  wat'ry  clouds  in  funder  breaks ; 

The  ocean  trembles  at  his  voice, 

When  he  from  heav'n  in  thunder  fpeaks. 


28  PSALMS. 

II. 
How  full  of  pow'r  his  voice  appears  ! 

With  what  majeftick  terrour  crown'd  ! 
Which  from  the  roots  tall  cedars  tears, 

And  flrews  their  fcatter'd  branches  round. 

III. 
They,  and  the  hills  on  which  they  grow, 

Are  fometimes  hurry'd  far  away ; 
And  leap  like  hinds  that  bounding  go, 

Or  unicorns  in  youthful  play. 
IV. 
When  God  in  thunder  loudly  fpeaks, 

And  fcatter'd  flames  of  lightning  fends, 
The  vallies  roar,  the  defart  quakes, 

The  ftubborn  foreft  lowly  bends. 
V. 
He  makes  the  hinds  to  caft  their  young, 

And  lays  the  beads'  dark  coverts  bare  -r 
While  thofe  that  to  his  courts  belong, 

Securely  ling  his  praifes  there. 
VI. 
God  rules  the  angry  floods  on  high  ; 

His  boundlefs  fway  (hall  never  ceafe  ; 
His  people  he'll  with  ftrength  fupply, 

And  blefs  his  own  with  conftant  peace. 


PSALMS.  29 

Psalm  XXX.     Common  Metre. 
Sicknefs  healed^  and  Sorrow  removed, 

T,  L  . 

I'LL  celebrate  thy  praifes,  Lord, 

Who  didft  thy  pow'r  employ 
To  raife  my  drooping  head,  and  change 

My  mourning  into  joy. 
II. 
In  my  diftrefs  I  cry'd  to  thee, 

Who  kindly  didft  relieve, 
And  from  the  grave's  expe&ing  jaws, 

My  hopelefs  life  retrieve. 
III. 
Thy  wrath  has  but  a  moment's  reign  ; 

Thy  favour  no  decay  : 
My  night  of  grief  is  recompensed 

With  joy's  returning  day. 

Exalted  thus,  I  gladly  fing 

Thy  praife  in  grateful  verfe  ; 
And  as  thy  favours  endlefs  are, 

Thy  endlefs  praife  rehearfe. 

Psalm  XXXII.     Long  Metre. 
Forgive nefs  of  Sin  upon  ConfeJJion. 

JuLE's  blefs'd  who  has  thy  pardon  gain'd, 
Whofe  fins,  O  God,  no  more  appear  ; 
C2 


30  PSALMS. 

Whofe  guilt  remiffion  has  obtain'd, 

And  whofe  repentance  is  fincere. 
II. 
No  fooner  I  my  wound  difclos'd, 

The  guilt  that  tortur'd  me  within, 
But  thy  forgivenefs  interpos'd, 

And  mercy's  healing  balm  pour'd  in. 
III. 
True  penitents  mall  thus  fucceed, 

Who  feek  thee  whilft  thou  may'ft  be  found; 
And,  from  the  common  deluge  freed, 

Shall  fee  remorfelefs  finners  drown'd. 
IV. 
Thy  faints  that  have  performed  thy  laws, 

Their  life  in  triumph  fhall  employ  ; 
Let  them,  as  they  alone  have  caufe, 

In  grateful  raptures  fhout  for  joy. 

Psalm  XXXIII.    FirftPart.    Com.  Metre. 
The  Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

LET  all  the  juft  to  God  with  joy, 

Their  cheerful  voices  raife  ; 
For  well  the  righteous  it  becomes 

To  fing  glad  fongs  of  praife. 

For  faithful  is  the  word  of  God  ; 
tlis  works  with  truth  abound  ; 
He  juftice  loves  ;  and  all  the  earth 
with  his  goodnefs  crown'd. 


PSALMS.  31 

in. 

By  his  id  mighty  word  at  firft 

Heav'n's  glorious  arch  was  rear'd  ; 
And  all  the  beauteous  hofts  of  light 

At  his  command  appear'd. 
IV. 
The  fwelling  floods  together  roll'd, 

He  makes  in  heaps  to  lie  ; 
And  lays,  as  in  a  ftore-houfe  fafe, 

The  wat'ry  treafures  by. 
V. 
Let  earth,  and  all  that  dwell  therein, 

Before  him  trembling  ftand  ; 
For  when  he  fpake  the  word,  'twas  made, 

'Twas  fix'd  at  his  command. 

Psalm  XXXIII.  SecondPart.  Com.Metre. 
The  Happinefs  of  triifting  in  God. 

1  IS  God,  who  thofe  that  trull  in  him 
Beholds  with  gracious  eyes  : 
He  frees  their  foul  from  death,  their  want 
In  time  of  dearth  fupplies. 
II. 
How  happy  then  are  they,  to  whom 

The  Lord  for  God  is  known  ! 
Whom  he,  from  all  the  world  befides. 
Has  chofen  for  his  own, 


32  PSALMS. 

in. 

Our  foul  on  God  with  patience  waits  ; 

Our  help  and  fhield  is  he  : 
Then,  Lord,  let  ftill  our  hearts  rejoice, 

Becaufe  we  truft  in  thee. 
IV. 
The  riches  of  thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Do  thou  to  us  extend  ; 
Since  we,  for  all  we  want  or  wifh, 

On  thee  alone  depend. 

Psalm  XXXIV.  FirftPart.    Com.  Metre. 
Encouragement  to  love  and  trufl  in  God* 

1HROUGH  all  the  changing  fcenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praifes  of  my  God  mall  ftill 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 
II. 
Of  his  deliv'rance  I  will  boaft, 

Till  all  that  are  diftrefs'd, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 

And  charm  their  griefs  to  reft. 
III. 
O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

"With  me  exalt  his  name  : 
When  in  diftrefs  to  him  I  call'd, 

He  to  my  refcue  came. 


PSALMS.  h 

IV. 

Their  drooping  hearts  were  foon  refrefh'd, 

Who  look'd  to  him-  for  aid. 
Defir'd  fuccefs  in  ev'ry  face 

A  cheerful  air  difplay'd. 
V. 
Behold  (fay  they,)  behold  the  man 

Whom  Providence  reliev'd  ; 
So  dang'roufly  with  woes  befet,. 

So  wond'roufiy  retriev'd  ! 
VI. 
The  holts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  juft  ; 
Deliv'rance  he  affords  to  all 

Who  on  his  fuccour  truft. 
VH. 
O  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blefs'd  they  are,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

Psalm  XXXIV.  SecondPart.  Com.Metre. 
Holinefs^  and  its  Reward* 

Approach,  ye  pioufly  difpos'd, 

And  my  inftruclion  hear  ; 
I'll  teach  you  the  true  difcipline 
Of  God's  religious  fear* 


34  PSALMS. 

II. 
Let  him  who  length  of  life  defires, 

And  profp'rous  days  would  fee, 
From  fland'ring  language  keep  his  tongue, 

His  lips  from  falfehood  free. 
III. 
The  crooked  paths  of  vice  decline* 

And  virtue's  ways  purfue : 
Eftablifh  peace*  where  'tis  begun  ; 

And  where  'tis  loft,  renew. 
IV. 
The  Lord  from  heav'n  beholds  the  jufi 

With  favourable  eyes  ; 
And  when  diftrefs'd,  his  gracious  ear 

Is  open  to  their  cries. 
V. 
Deliv'rance  to  his  faints  he  gives, 

When  his  relief  they  crave  : 
He's  nigh  to  heal  the  broken  heart, 

And  contrite  fpirit  fave. 

Psalm    XXXV.    Common  Metre. 
For  Good  Friday. 

t  ALSE  witneffes,  with  forg'd  complaints, 

Againft  my  truth  combin'd  ; 
And  to  my  charge  fuch  things  they  laid 

As  I  had  ne'er  defign'd. 


PSALMS.  35 

II. 

The  good  which  I  to  them  had  done, 

With  evil  they  repaid  ; 
And  did,  by  malice  undeferv'd, . 

My  harmiefs  life  invade. 

Psalm  XXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
The  Perfections  and  Providence  of  God, 

\J  LORD,  thy  mercy,  my  fure  hope, 

The  higheft  orb  of  heav'n  tranfcends  ; 
Thy  facred  truth's  unmeafur'd  fcope 

Beyond  the  fparkling  Ikies  extends. 
II. 
Thy  juftice  like  the  hills  remains ; 

Unfathom'd  depths  thy  judgments  are ; 
Thy  providence  the  world  fuftains  ; 

The  whole  creation  is  thy  care. 
III. 
Since  of  thy  goodnefs  all  partake, 

With  what  affurance  mould  the  juft 
Thy  fhelt'ring  wings  their  refuge  make, 

And  faints  to  thy  protedion  truft. 
IV. 
Such  guefts  fhall  to  thy  courts  be  led, 

To  banquet  on  thy  love's  repaft  ; 
And  drink,  as  from  a  fountain's  head, 

Of  joys  that  fhall  forever  laft. 


36  P  S   A  L   M  S. 

v. 

With  thee  the  fprings  of  life  remain  ; 

Thy  prefence  is  eternal  day  : 
O  let  thy  faints  thy  favour  gain  ; 

To  upright  hearts  thy  truth  difplay. 

Psalm  XXXVII.  FirftPart.  SixLineLoM. 

God  protects  the  good  Man. 

A  LITTLE,  with  God's  favour  blefs'd, 
That's  by  one  righteous  man  poffefs'd, 

The  wealth  of  many  bad  excels  ; 
For  God  fupports  the  juft  man's  caufe, 
But  as  for  thofe  that  break  his  laws, 

Their  unfuccefsful  pow'r  he  quells. 
II. 
The  good  man's  way  is  God's  delight ; 
He  orders  all  the  fteps  aright 

Of  him  that  moves  by  his  command  : 
Though  he  fometimes  may  be  diftrefs'd, 
Ye  mall  he  ne'er  be  quite  opprefs'd  ; 

For  God  upholds  him  with  his  hand. 
III. 
In  all  thy  ways  truft  then  the  Lord, 
And  he  will  needful  help  afford, 

To  perfect  ev'ry  juft  defign  : 
He'll  make,  like  light  ferene  and  clear, 
Thy  clouded  innocence  appear, 

And  as  a  mid-day  fun  to  fliine. 


PSALMS.  37 

Psalm  XXXVII.    Second  Part.    C.  Metre. 
The  Lord  knoweth  the  days  of  the  upright. 

1  O  thee,  my  God,  my  days  are  known ; 

My  foul  enjoys  the  thought ; 
My  actions  all  before  thy  face, 
Nor  are  my  faults  forgot. 
II. 
Each  fecret  breath  devotion  vents 

Is  vocal  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  all  my  walks  of  daily  life 
Before  thine  eye  appear. 
III. 
The  vacant  hour,  the  a&ive  fcene, 

Thy  mercy  Ihall  approve ; 
And  ev'ry  pang  of  fympathy, 
And  ev'ry  care  of  love. 
IV.    , 
Each  golden  hogr  of  beaming  light 

Is  guided  by  thy  rays  ; 
And  dark  affli&icn's  midnight  gloom 
A  prefent  God  furveys. 
V. 
Full  in  thy  view  through  life  I  pafs, 

And  in  thy  view  I  die  ; 
And  when  each  mortal  bond  is  broke, . 
Shall  find  my  God  is  nigh. 
D 


33  PSALMS. 

Psalm  XXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  Mortality  of  Man. 
I. 
Ml  life,  O  God,  is  but  a  -fpan, 

A  cipher  fums  my  years  ; 
And  ev'ry  man,  in  beft  eftate, 
But  vanity  appears. 

Man  like  a  fhadow  vainly  walks, 

With  fruitlefs  cares  opprefs'd  : 
He  heaps  up  wealth,  but  cannot  toll 

By  whom  'twill  be  poffefs'd. 
III. 
Why  fhould  I  then  on  worthlefs  toys, 

With  anxious  care  attend  ? 
On  thee  alone  my  fteadfaft  hopes 

Shall  ever,  Lord,  depend. 
IV. 
Lord,  hear  my  cry,  accept  my  tears, 

And  liften  to  my  pray'r, 
Who  fojourn  like  a  ftranger  here, 

As  all  my  fathers  were. 

Psalm    XL.      Long  Metre. 

Obedience  the  bejl  Sacrifice. 

I. 

WHO  can  the  wond'rous  works  recount, 

Which  thou,OGod,for  us  haft  wrought  ? 


PSALMS.  39 

The  treafures  of  thy  love  furmount 

The  pow'r  of  numbers,  fpeech,and  thought. 
II. 
IVe  learn'd  that  thoirhaft'  not  defir'd 

OfF'rings  and  facrifice  alone  ; 
Nor  blood  of  guiltlefs  beafts  requir'd, 

For  man's  tranfgreffion  to  atone, 
III. 
I  therefore  come— -come  to  fulfil 

The  oracles  thy  books  impart  : 
'Tis  my  delight  to  do  thy  will ; 

Thy  law  is  written  in  my  heart*- 
IV. 
In  full  aflemblies  I  have  told 

Thy  truth  and  righteoufnefs  at  large  ; 
Nor  did,  thou  know'ft,  my  lips  withhold 

From  utt'ring  what  thou  gav'ft  in  charge  : 

Nor  kept  within  my  breaft  confin'd 
Thy  faithfulnefs  and  faving  grace  ; 

But  preach'd  thy  love,  for  all  defign'd, 
That  all  might  that,  and  truth  embrace. 

Psalm    XLE       Common  Metre. 
Companion  to  the  Poor  rewarded. 

JtiAPPY  the  man,  whofe  tender  care 

Relieves  the  poor  diftrefs'd : 
When  he's  by  troubles  compafs'd  round, 

The  Lord  fhall  give  him  reft. 


40 


PSALMS. 


II. 
The  Lord  his  life,  with  bleffings  crown  d, 

In  fafety  lhall  prolong  ; 
And  difappoint  the  will  of  thofe 

That  leek  to  do  him  wrong. 
III. 
If  he  in  languifhing  eftate, 

OpprelVd  with  ficknefs  lie, 
The  Lord  will  eafy  make  his  bed, 

And  inward  ftrength  fupply. 

Psalm  XLII.    FirftPart.   Common  Metre. 
The  Pkafure  ofpubiick  Worftdip. 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  ftreams, 

When  heated  in  the  chafe, 
So  longs  my  foul,  O  God,  for  thee, 

And  thy  refrefhing  grace. 
II. 
For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirfty  foul  doth  pine  ; 

0  when  fhall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majefty  divine  ! 

III. 

1  figh,  whene'er  my  mufing  thoughts 

Thofe  happy  days  prefent, 
When  I  with  troops  of  pious  friends 
Thy  temple  did  frequent ; 


PSALMS.  +i 

IV. 
When  I  advanc'd  with  fongs  of  praife, 

My  folemn  vows  to  pay, 
And  led  the  joyful  facred  throng, 

That  kept  the  feftal  day. 

Psalm  XLII;    Second  Part.    Com.  Metre; 
Hope  i?i  AffliBion. 

CxOD  of  my  ftrength,  how  long  fhall  T 

Like  one  forgotten  mourn  ? 
Forlorn,  forfaken,  and  expos'd 

To  my  oppreflbr's  fcorn. 
IL 
My  heart  is  pierc'd,  as  with  a  fword, 

Whilft  thus  my  foes  upbraid, 
Vain  boafter,  where  is  now  thy  God  ? 

And  where  his  promis'd  aid  ? 

III. 

Why  reillefs,  why  caft  down,  my  foul  ? 

Hope  ftill,  and  thou  fhalt  fing 
The  praife  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 

Thy  health's  eternal  fpring. 

Da 


42  PSALMS. 

Psalm  XLIV.     Common  Metre. 
/;/  time  of  War. 

I. 
O  LORD,  our  fathers  oft  have  told 

In  our  attentive  ears, 
Thy  wonders  in  their  days  perform'd, 
And  elder  times  than  theirs. 
II. 
'Twas  not  their  courage,  nor  their  fword 

To  them  falvation  gave  ; 
Nor  ftrength,  that  from  unequal  force* 
Their  fainting  troops  could  fave  : 
III. 
But  thy  right  hand,  and  powerful  arm 

Whofe  fuccour  they  implor'd  ; 
Thy  prefence  with  the  favour' d  race* 
Who  thy  great  name  ador'd. 
IV. 
As  thee  their  God  our  fathers  own'd, 

Thou  art  our  fov'reign  King  : 
O  therefore,  as  thou  didft  to  them, 
To  us  deliv'ranee  bring. 
V. 
We  will  not  truft  our  bow  or  fword* 

When  we  in  fight  engage  ; 
But  thee,  who  haft  our  foes  fubdu'd, 
And  Ih.am'd  their  fpiteful  rage. 


PSALMS.  43 

VI, 
To  thee  the  triumph  we  afcribe-, 

From  whom  the  conqueft  came  j. 
In  God  we  will  rejoice  all  day, 

And  ever  blefs  thy  name. 

Psalm  XLV.      Long  Metre, 
The  Glory  of  ChriJPs  Kingdom. 

OUR  hearts  a  grateful  theme  mall  fing^ 
The  glories  of  our  Saviour  King  ; 
Our  tongues  his  merit  mall  proclaim,. 
And  fpeak  the  honours  of  his  name. 

II. 
O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race, 
He  mines  with  a  fuperiour  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  bleflings  all  his  ftate  compofe. 

HI. 
Th'  eternal  God  fupports  his  throne  t 
Our  joyful  hearts  his  fceptre  own  ; 
For  all  his  laws  and  works  are  right  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  are  his  delight. 

IV. 
God,  his  own  God,  has  richly  fried 
The  oil  of  gladnefs  on  his  head  ; 
And  with  his  facred  fpirit  blefs'd 
His  firft  born  Son  above  the  reft. 


44, 


PSALMS. 


Psalm  XL VI.     Long  Metre. 
Thank/giving  for  national  Peace. 

GREAT  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  Ikies  t 

A  word  of  thine  almighty  breath 
Gan  fink  the  world,  or  bid  it  rife  ; 

Thy  fmile  is  life,  thy  frown  is  death, 
II. 
When  angry  nations  rufh  to  arms, 

And  rage,   and  noife,  and  tumult  reign, 
And  war  refounds  its  dire  alarms, 

And  Daughter,  dies  the  hoftile  plain  : 
m. 

Thy  fov' reign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 

And  marks  their  courfe,  and  bounds  their 
Thy  law  the  angry  nations  own,       [pow'r  ; 

And  noife  and  war   are  heard  no  more. 
IV. 
Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wings, 

Sweet  peace !  withher  whatbleffings  fled ! 
Glad  plenty  laughs,  the  vallies  fing, 

Reviving  commerce  lifts  her  head. 
V. 
Thou  good,  and  wife,  and  righteous  Lord  ! 

All  move  fubfervient  to  thy  will  ; 
Both  peace  and  war  await  thy  word, 

And  thy  fublime  decrees  fulfil. 


PSALMS.  45 

VI. 

To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  fongs, 
Thy  kind  protection  ftill  implore  : 

O  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues, 
Confefs  thy  goodnefs,  and  adore. 

Psalm  XL VI.     Six  Line  Long  Metre. 
War  and  Peace. 

(jrOD  is  our  refuge  in  diftrefs, 
A  prefent  help  when  dangers  prefs  : 

In  him  undaunted'  we'll  confide  ; 
Though  earth  were  from  her  centre  tofs'd, 
And  mountains  in  the  ocean  loft, 

Torn  piece-meal  by  the  roaring  tide. 
IE 
In  tumults  when  the  nations  rag'd, 
And  kingdoms  war  againft  us  wag'd, 

He  thunder' d,  and  difpers'd  their  pow'rs. 
TheLoRD  of  holts  conduces  our  arms, 
Our  tow'r  of  refuge  in  alarms, 

Our  fathers*  guardian  God  and  ours. 
III. 
Come,  fee  the  wonders  he  has  wrought, 
On  earth  what  defolation  brought  : 

How  he  has  cairn  d  the  jarring  world: 
He  broke  the  warlike  fpear  and  bow  ; 
With  t&cm  the  thund'ring  chariots  too, 

Into  devouring  flames  were  huii'd. 


46  PSALMS. 

IV. 

Submit  to  God's  almighty  fway ; 
For  him  the  nations  fhall  obey, 

And  earth  her  fov'reign  Lord  confefs. 
The  Lord  of  hofts  conduces  our  arms, 
Our  tow'r  of  refuge  in  alarms, 

As  to  our  fathers  in  diftrefs. 

Psalm  XLVIL      Long  Metre, 
Pralfe  to  the  unlverfal  King. 

I. 
O  ALL  ye  people,  clap  your  hands, 

And  with  triumphant  voices  fing ; 
No  force  the  mighty  pow'r  withftands, 

Of  God,  the  univerfal  King. 
II. 
God  is  gone  up,  our  Lord  and  King, 

With  fhouts  of  joy,  and  trumpet's  found  5 
To  him  repeated  praifes  fing, 

And  let  the  cheerful  fong  go  round. 
III. 
Your  utmoft  flail  in  praife  be  fhown, 

For  him  who  all  the  world  commands,--. 
Who  fits  upon  his  righteous  throne, 

And  fpreads  his  fway  o'er  heathen  lands, 


PSALMS. 


47 


Psalm  XLIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  Vanity  of  Life  and'  Riches. 

1  HOSE  men  that  all  their  hope  and  trufl; 
In  heaps  of  treafure  place, 
,And  boaft  in  triumph,  when  they  fee 
Their  ill-got  wealth  increafe, 
II. 
Are  yet  unable  from  the  grave 
Their  deareft  friend  to  free  ; 
Nor  can,  by  force  of  coftly  bribes, 
Reverfe  God's  firm  decree. 
III. 
"Their  vain  endeavours  they  mud  quit ; 

The  price  is  held  too  high  : 
No  fums  can  purchafe  fuch  a  grant, 
That  man  mould  never  die. 
IV. 
Not  wifdom  can  the  wife  exempt, 

Nor  fools  their  folly  fave  ; 
But  both  muft  perifli,  and  in  death 
Their  wealth  to  others  leave. 

Psalm  LI.     Firft  Part.  Short  Metre. 
A  Penitent  praying  for  Forgivenefs* 

HAVE  mercy.  Lord,  on  me, 
As  thou  wert  ever  kind  ; 


48  PSALMS. 

Let  me,  opprefs'd  with  loads  of  guilt,     | 

Thy  wonted  mercy  find. 
II. 

Wafh  off  my  foul  offence, 

And  cleanfe  me  from  my  fin ; 
For  I  confefs  my  crime,  and  fee 

How  great  my  guilt  has  been. 
III. 

Againft  thee,  Lord,  alone, 

And  only  in  thy  .fight,  9 

Haveltranfgrefs'd;  and  though  condemn  d, 

Mud  own  thy  judgments  right. 
IV. 

Blot  out  my  crying  fins, 

Nor  me  in  anger  view  ; 
Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean, 

An  upright  mind  renew. 

Psalm   LI.      Second  Part.     Short  Metre. 
Prayer  for  divine  JJJiftance. 

Withdraw  not,  lord,  thy  help, 

Nor  caft  me  from  thy  fight  ; 
Nor  let  thy  holy  fpirit  take 

Its  everlafting  flight. 
II. 

The  joy  thy  favour  gives 

Let  me  again  obtain  ; 
And  let  thy  fpirit's  firm  fupport 

My  fainting  foul  fuftain. 


PSALMS.  49 

in. 
So  I  thy  righteous  ways 
To  finners  will  impart  ; 
Whilft  my  advice  mall  wicked  men 
To  thy  juft  laws  convert. 

IV. 
Do  thou  unlock  my  lips, 
With  forrow  clos'd,  and  fliame  ; 
So  fhall  my  mouth  thy  wond'rous  praifc 
To  all  the  world  proclaim. 

V. 
A  broken  fpirit  is 
By  God  moft  highly  priz'd  ; 
By  him  a  broken  contrite  heart 
Shall  never  be  defpis'd. 

Psalm     LVII.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  Mercy  a?id  Truth. 

BE  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high  ; 
And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  iky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  difplay'd  ; 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there  obey'd. 

II. 
Awake,  my  glory  ;    harp  and  lute, 
No  longer  let  your  firings  be  mute  : 
And  I,  my  tuneful  part  to  take, 
Will  with  the  early  dawn  awake. 
E 


5o  PSA  L  M   S. 

ill. 
Thy  pralfes,  Lord,  I  will  refound 
To  all  the  lift'ning  nations  round  : 
Thy  mercy  higher!  heav'n  tranfcends  ; 
Thy  truth  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high  ; 
And,  as  thy  glory  fills  the  Iky, 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  difplay  d  ; 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there  obey  d. 

Psalm  LXI.     Short  Metre. 
Safety  in  God. 

I. 

WHEN  overwhelm' d  with  grief, 
My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs  and  far  from  ail  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

O  lead  me  to  the  rock, 
That's  high  above  my  head  ; 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
Mv  fhelter  and  my  {hade. 

;  III. 

Within  thy  prefence,  Lord, 
Por  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence. 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 


PSALMS.  51 

IV. 
I'll  always  fing  thy  praife, 
Thy  name  for  ever  bleis  ; 
Devote  my  profp'rous  days  to  pay 
The  vows  of  my  diftrefs. 

Psalm  LXII.     Long  Metre. 

No  Trujl  but  in  God. 

I. 
GOD  does  his  favihg  health  difpenfe, 

And  flowing  bleffings  daily  fend  ; 
He  is  my  fortrefs  and  defence, 

On  him  my  foul  mail  ftill  depend. 
II. 
In  him,  ye  people,  always  truft  ; 

Before  his  throne  pour"  out  your  hearts  ; 
For  God,  the  merciful  and  juft, 

His  timely  aid  to  us  imparts. 
III. 
The  vulgar  fickle  are  and  frail ; 

The  great  diffemble  and  betray  ; 
And,  laid  in  truth's  impartial  fcale, 

The  lighted  things  will  both  outweigh. 
IV. 
Then  truft  not  in  oppreffive  ways  ; 

By  fpoil  and  rapine  grow  not  vain  ; 
Nor  let  your  hearts,  if  wealth  increafe, 

Be  fet  too  much  upon  your  gain. 


PSALMS. 

v. 

For  God  has  oft  his  will  exprefs'd, 

And  I  this  truth  have  fully  known  ; 
To  be  of  houndlefs  pow'r  poffefs'd, 

Belongs  of  right  to  God  alone. 
VI. 
Though  mercy  is  his  darling  grace, 

In  which  he  chiefly  takes  delight  \ 
Yet  will  he  all  the  human  race, 

According  to  their  works  requite. 

Psalm  LXIII.     Six  Line  Long  Metre. 
For  the  LorcPs  Day  Morning. 

\J  GOD,  my  gracious  God,  to  thee 
My  morning  pray'rs  fhall  offer' d  be  ; 

To  thee  my  foul  its  homage  pays  : 
Becaufe  to  me  thy  wond'rous  love, 
Than  life  itfelf  does  dearer  prove, 

My  lips  fhall  always  fpeak  thy  praife* 
II. 
My  life,  while  I  that  life  enjoy, 
In  bleffing  God,  I  will  employ  ; 

With  lifted  hand$  adore  his  name  : 
My  foul's  content  fhall  be  as  great 
As  theirs  who  choiceft  dainties  eat, 

While  I  with  joy  his  praife  proclaim. 


PSALMS.  S3 

ill. 
When  down  I  lie,  fweet  fleep  to  find, 
Thou,  Lord,  art  prefent  to  my  mind  ; 

And  when  I  wake  in  dead  of  night : 
Becaufe  thou  ftill  doft  fuccour  bring, 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wing 

I  reft  with  fafety  and  delight. 

Psalm  LXV.     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Publick  WorJIoip. 

I. 
O  GOD,  who  to  my  humble  pray'r 

Didft  always  bend  thy  lirVning  ear, 
To  thee  (hall  all  mankind  repair, 

And  at  thy  gracious  throne  appear. 
II. 
Our  fins,  though  numberlefs,  in  vain 

To  ftop  thy  flowing  mercy  try  ; 
Whilft  thou  o'erlook'ft  the  guilty  ftain, 

And  wafheft  out  the  crimfon  die. 
III. 
Bleft  is  the  man,  who,  near  thee  plac'd, 

Within  thy  facred  dwelling  lives  ! 
Whilft  we,  at  humble  diftance  tafte 

The  vaft  delights  thy  worihip  gives, 

E  2 


54  PSALMS. 

Psalm  LXV.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Thanks  for  Rain  and  fruitful  Seafons. 

I. 
O  GOD,  from  out  thy  boundlefs  ftore 
Thy  rain  relieves  the  thirfty  ground ; 
Makes  lands  that  barren  were  before, 
With  corn  and  ufeful  fruits  abound. 
II. 
On  rifing  ridges  down  it  pours, 

And  ev'ry  furrowed  valley  fills  : 
Thou  mak'ft  them  foft  with  gentle  fhow'rs, 
In  which  a  bleft  increafe  diftils. 
III. 
Thy  goodnefs  does  the  circling  year 

With  frem  returns  of  plenty  crown  ; 
And  where  thy  glorious  paths  appear, 
Thy  fruitful  clouds  drop  fatnefs  down. 
IV. 
They  drop  on  barren  forefts,  chang'd 

By  them  to  paitures  frem  and  green  : 
The  hills  about,  in  order  rang'd, 
In  beauteous  robes  of  joy  are  fecn. 
V. 
Large  flecks  with  fleecy  wool  adorn  . 

The  cheerful  downs  ;  the  vallies  bring 
A  plenteous  crop  of  full-ear' d  corn, 
And  feem  for  joy  to  fliout  and  fing. 


PSALMS.  SS 

Psalm  LXVL     Common  Metre. 
The  Power  and  Sovereignty  of  God. 

T  L 

.LET  all  the  lands,  with  fhouts  of  joy, 

To    God  their  voices  raife  ; 
Sing  pfalms  in  honour  of  his  name, 
And  fpread  his  glorious  praife. 
II. 
And  let  them  fay,  how  dreadful,  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works,  art  thou  ! 
To  thy  great  pow'r  thy  ftubborn  foes 
Shall  all  be  forc'd  to  bow. 
Ill, 
Through  all  the  earth  the  nations  round 

Shall  thee  their  God  confefs, 
And  with  glad  hymns,  their  awful  dread 
Of  thy  great  name  exprefs. 
IV. 
O  come,  behold  the  works  of  God^ 

And  then  with  me  you'll  own, 
That  he  to  all  the  fons  of  men 

Has  wond'rous  judgments  mown, 
V. 
He  by  his  pow'r  for  ever  rules  ; 

His  eyes  the  world  furvey  : 

Let  no  prefamptuous  man  rebel 

Againft  his  fo v'reign  fway. 


56  PSALM   & 

Psalm  LXVII.     Short  Metre, 
Univerfal  Praife. 

I. 
TO  blefs   thy  chofen   race, 
In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 
And  caufe  the  brightnefs  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  faints  to  fhine : 

II. 
That  fo  thy  wond'rous  way 
May  through  the  world  be  known  j 
While  diftant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  thy  falvation  own. 

III. 
Let  difFring  nations  join 
To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praife  thy  glorious  name. 

IV. 
O  let  them  fliout  and  fing, 
Diffolv'd  in  pious  mirth  ; 
For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

V. 
Let  difTring  nations  join 
To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praife  thy  glorious  name. 


PSALMS.  57 

Psalm  LXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  Cowipajfion  of  God* 

X  O  God  your  voice  in  anthems  raife  : 

Jehovah's  awful  name  he  bears  : 
In  him  rejoice,  extol  his  praife, 

Who  rides  upon  high-rolling  fpheres* 
II. 
Him,  from  his  empire  of  the  fkies, 

To  this  low  world  compaffion  draws, 
The  orphan's  claim  to  patronize, 

And  judge  the  injur' d  widow's  caufe* 
III. 
'Tis  God,  who  from  a  foreign  foil 

Reftores  poor  exiles  to  their  home  ; 
Makes  captives  free  ;  and  fruitlefs  toil, 
Their  proud  oppreffor's  righteous  doom, 
IV. 
For  benefits  each  day  beftow'd, 

Be  daily  his  great  name  ador'd  ! 
Who  is  our  Saviour,  and  our  God, 
Of  life  and  death  the  fov'reign  Lord* 

Psalm  LXIX.      Long  Metre, 
For  Good  Friday. 

.LORD,  hear  the  humble  pray'r  I  make, 
For  thy  tranfcending  goodnefs'  fake  ; 
Relieve  thy  fupplicant  once  more 
From  thy  abounding  mercy's  ftore. 


58  PSALM   S. 

II. 
Nor  from  thy  fervant  hide  thy  face  ; 
Make  hafte,  for  defp'rate  5s  my  cafe  ; 
Thy  timely  fucconr  interpofe, 
And  flrield  me  from  remorfelefs  foes. 

III. 
Reproach  and  grief  have  broke  my  heart 
I  look'd  for  fome  to  take  my  part, 
To  pity,  or  relieve  my  pain  ; 
But  look'd,  alas  !  for  both  in  vain. 

IV. 
With  hunger  pin  d,  for  food  I  call  ; 
Inftead  of  food,  they  gave  me  gall ; 
And  when  with  thirft  my  fpirits  fink, 
They  give  me  vinegar  to  drink. 

Psalm  LXXI.     Common  Metre. 
The-  Re/Ie^lon  atid  Hope  of  the  Aged, 

L 
IN  thee  I  put  my  fteadfaft  truft  ; 

Defend  me,  Lord,  from  (hame  : 
Incline  thine  ear,  and  fave  my  foul  ;. 

For  righteous-  is  thy  name. 
II. 
Be  thou  my  ftrong  abiding-place, 

To  which  I  may  refort  : 
'Tis  thy  decree  that  keeps  me  fafe .;■ 

Thou  art  my  rock  and  fort. 


PSALMS.  59 

in. 
Thy  conftant  care  did  fafely  guard 

My  tender  infant  days  ; 
Thou  took'ft  me  from  my  mother's  womb, 

To  finer  thy  conftant  praife. 
IV. 
While  fome  on  me  with  wonder  gaze, 

Thy  hand  fupports  me  itill : 
Thy  honour  therefore,  and  thy  praife, 

My  mouth  fhall  always  fill. 
V. 
Rejetf:  not  then,  thy  fervant,  LoRI^ 

When  I  with  age  decay-: 
Forfake  me  not,  when,  worn  with  years,, 

My  vigour  fades  away. 

Psalm  LXXIL     Long  Metre. 
The  Kingdom  of  Chrijl* 

I. 
GREAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Extend  the  kingdom  of  thy  Son, 
Till  ev'ry  land  his  rule  (hall  own. 

II. 
The  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
And  wife  and  good  are  his  commands  ; 
His  laws  protect  the  humble  poor, 
And  bid  oppreffion  rage  no  more. 


60  PSALMS. 

Hi. 
They  form  to  righteoufnefs  the  mind, 
To  all  that's  candid,  gentle,  kind  ; 
Infpire  with  love  the  human  breafl, 
And  ftormy  paffions  footh  to  reft. 

IV. 
As  gentle  rain  on  parching  ground, 
His  gofpel  fheds  its  influence  round  ; 
Its  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

V. 
Bleflings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
And  contrite  hearts  with  peace  are  bleft. 

VI. 
Great  God,  may  men  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  thy  love  with  grateful  fong, 
And  with  united  hearts  proclaim, 
That  grace  and  truth  by  Jefus  came. 

Psalm  LXXIII.     Long  Metre. 
God  our  Portion. 

LORD,  whom  in  heav'n,  but  thee  alone, 
Have  I,  whofe  favour  I  require  ? 

Throughout  the  fpacious  earth  there's  none 
That  I,  befides  thee,  can  defire. 


PSALMS.  61 

II. 
My  trembling  flefh,  and  aching  heart, 

May  often  fail  to  fuccour  me  ; 
But  God  fhall  inward  ftrength  impart, 
And  my  eternal  portion  be. 
III. 
For  they  that  far  from  thee  remove, 

Shall  into  fudden  ruin  fall  : 
If  after  other  gods  they  rove, 

Thy  vengeance  ftiall  deftroy  them  all. 
IV. 
But  as  for  me,  'tis  good  and  juft, 

That  I  fliould  ftill  to  God  repair, 
In  him  I  always  put  my  truft, 

And  will  his  wond'rous  works  declare. 

Psalm  LXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
The  Goodnefs  of  God  in  the  Seafons  oftheTear. 

ETERNAL  fource  of  ev'ry  joy  ! 
JiVell  may  thy  praife  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear  : 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  circling  year. 

Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  fupports  and  guides  the  whole  : 
1  he  fun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rife, 
And  darknefs  when  to  veil  the  fkies. 
F 


62  PSALMS. 

ill. 
The  flow'ry  fpring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  fummer  rays  with  vigour  fhine, 
To  raife  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

IV. 
Thy  hand  in  autumn,  richly  pours 
Thiough  all  our  coafts  redundant  ftores  ; 
And  winters,  foften  d  by  thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horrour  wear. 

V. 
Seafons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  fucceffive  hymns  of  praife  : 
Still  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light,  and  evening  fhade. 

O  may  our  more  harmonious  tongues 
In  worlds  unknown  purfue  the  fongs  : 
And  in  thofe  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

Psalm  LXXVIL     Common  Metre. 
Comfort  from  pajl  Providences. 
I. 
HAS  God  for  ever  call  meoff? 
Withdrawn  his  favour  quite  ? 
Arc  both  his  mercy  and  his  truth 
Retir'd  to  endlefs  night  ? 


PSALMS.  63 

11. 
Can  his  long  practis'd  love  forget 

Its  wonted  aids  to  bring  ? 
Has  he  in  wrath  fhut  up  and  feal'd 

His  mercy's  healing  lpring  ? 
III. 
I  faid,  my  weakneis  hints  thefe  fears  ; 

But  I'll  thefe  fears  difband  ; 
I'll  yet  remember  the  Moft  High, 

And  years  of  his  right  hand. 
IV. 
I'll  call  to  mind  his  works  of  old, 

The  wonders  of  his  might ; 
On  them  my  heart  mail  meditate, 

My  tongue  fhall  them  recite. 
V. 
Safe  lodg'd  from  human  fearch  on  high, 

O  God,  thy  counfels  are  ! 
Who  is  fo  great  a  God  as  ours  ? 

Who  can  with  him  compare  ? 

Psalm  LXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Religious  'Education  of  Children* 

XJ.EAR,  O  my  people ;  to  my  law 

Devout  attention  lend  ; 
Let  the  inftru&ion  of  my  mouth 

Deep  in  your  hearts  defcend. 


6+  PSALM   S. 

II. 

My  tongue,  by  infpiration  taught, 

Shall  parables  unfold, 
Dark  oracles,  but  underftood, 

And  own'd  for  truths  of  old  ; 
III. 
Which  we  from  facred  regifters 

Of  ancient  qmes  have  known, 
And  our  forefathers'  pious  care 

To  us  has  handed  down. 
IV. 
We  will  not  hide  them  from  our  fons  j 

Our  offspring  fhall  be  taught 
The  praifes  of  the  Lord,  whofe  ftrength 

Has  works  of  wonder  wrought. 
V. 
And  generations  yet  to  come 

Shall  to  their  unborn  heirs 
Religioufly  tranfmit  the  fame, 

And  they  again  to  theirs. 

Psalm  LXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
Prayer  for  Deliverance  from  Shu 

I. 
O  THINK  not  on  our  former  fins, 

But  fpeedily  prevent 
The  utter  ruin  of  thy  faints, 

Who  now  with  grief  repent. 


PSALMS.  65 

11. 
Thou  God  of  our  falvation,  help, 

And  free  our  fouls  from  blame  ; 
So  ihall  our  pardon  and  defence 

Exalt  thy  glorious  name. 
III. 
So  we  thy  people  and  thy  flock 

Shall  ever  praife  thy  name  ; 
And  with  glad  hearts  our  grateful  thanks 

From  age  to  age  proclaim. 

Psalm  LXXX.      Long  Metre. 
Prayer  for  Converfion. 

JDO  thou  convert  us,  Lord,  do  thou 

The  luftre  of  thy  face  difplay  ; 
And  all  the  ills  we  fuffer  now, 

Like  fcatterM  clouds  fhall  pafs  away. 
II. 
To  thee,  O  God  of  hofts,  we  pray  ; 

Our  contrite  hearts  with  pity  view  : 
From  heav'n,  thy  throne,  our  tears  furvey, 

And  us  with  holinefs  renew. 
III. 
So  fhall  we  ftill  continue  free 

From  whatfoe'er  deferves  thy  blame  ; 
And  if  once  more  reviv'd  by  thee, 

Will  always  praife  thy  holy  name. 
F  2 


66  PSALMS. 

IV. 
Do  thou  convert  us,  Lord,  do  thou 

The  luftre  of  thy  face  difplay  j 
And  all  the  ills  we  fuffer  now, 

Like  fcatter'd  clouds  fhall  pafs  away. 

Psalm  LXXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God. 
I. 
TO  God,  our  never-failing  ftrength 

With  loud  applaufes  fing  ; 
And  jointly  make  a  cheerful  noife 
To  heav'n's  eternal  King. 
II. 
Compofe  a  hymn  of  praife,  and  touch 

Your  inflruments  of  joy  ; 
Let  pfalteries  and  pleafant  harps 
Your  grateful  Ikill  employ. 
III. 
Let  trumpets  at  the  great  new  moon 

Their  joyful  voices  raife, 
To  celebrate  th'  appointed  time, 
The  folemn  day  of  praife. 

Psalm  LXXXII.      Common  Metre, 
Warning  to  Magiftrates. 
I. 
GOD  in  the  great  affembly  (lands, 
Where  his  impartial  eye 


PSALMS.  67 

In  ftate  furveys  the  earthly  gods, 

And  does  their  judgments  try. 
II. 
Hew  dare  ye  then  unjuftly  judge, 

Or  be  to  finners  kind  ? 
Defend  the  orphans  and  the  poor  : 

Let  inch  your  juilice  find. 
III. 
Protect  the  humble  helplefs  man, 

Reduc'd  to  deep  diftrefs  ; 
And  let  not  him  become  a  prey 

To  fuch  as  would  opprefs. 
IV. 
Arife,  and  thy  juft  judgments,  Lord, 

Throughout  the  earth  difplay  ; 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  world 

Shall  own  thy  righteous  fway. 

Psalm  LXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  the  Worfhip  of  God. 

O  LORD  of  hofts,  my  King  and  God, 

How  highly  blefs'd  are  they, 
Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 

And  there  thy  praife  difplay  ! 
II. 
Thrice  happy  they,whofe  choice  has  thee 

Their  fure  protection  made  ; 
Who  long  to  tread  the  facred  ways 

That  to  thy  dwelling  lead  ! 


68  PSALMS. 

in. 
For  in  thy  courts  one  Tingle  day 

JTis  better  to  attend, 
Than,  Lord,  in  any  place  befides 

A  thoufand  days  to  fpend. 
IV. 
Much  rather  in  God's  houfe  will  I 

The  meaneft  office  take, 
Than  in  the  wealthy  tents  of  fin 

My  pompous  dwelling  make. 

For  God,  who  is  our  fun  and  ihield, 

Will  grace  and  glory  give  ; 
And  no  good  thing  will  he  withhold 

From  them  that  juftly  live. 
VI, 
Thou  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey, 

How  highly  blefs'd  is  he, 
Whofe  hope  and  truft,  fecurely  plac'd, 

Are  ftill  repos'd  on  thee  ! 

Psalm  LXXXIV.     Hallelujah  Metre, 

Delight  in  the  Worfloip  of  God, 

I. 
L.ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 

How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love 

To  pious  fpirits  are  ! 


PSALMS.  69 

To  thine  abode 
Their  hearts  afpire, 
With  warm  defire 
To  fee  their  God. 
II. 
O  happy  fouls  that  pray, 

As  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  worfhip  in  his  fear  ! 
How  fweet  muft  be 
Their  pray'r  and  praife, 
Whofe  hearts  and  ways 
Are  right  with  thee  ! 
III. 
The  righteous  he  approves, 

He  hears  them  when  they  cry, 
And  will  to  thofe  he  loves,. 
No  real  good  deny. 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hofts, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 

,     Psalm  LXXXV.     Common  3V 
Prayer  for  piiblick  Deliver*- 

1  HY  gracious  favour,  Lor  J 

Which  we  have  long  imp 
And  for  thy  wond'rous  mer 

Thy  wonted  aid  afford. 


7o  PSALMS. 

IT. 
God's  anfwer  patiently  I'll  wait ; 

For  he,  with  good  fuccefs, 
If  they  no  more  to  folly  turn, 
His  mourning  faints  will  blefs. 
III. 
To  all  that  fear  his  holy  name, 

His  fure  falvation's  near ; 
And  in  its  former  happy  date 
Our  nation  mail  appear. 
IV. 
For  mercy  now  with  truth  is  join'd  ; 

And  righteoufnefs  with  peace, 
Like  kind  companions  abfent  long, 
With  friendly  arms  embrace. 
V. 
Truthfromthe  earthfhall  fpring,whilftheav'n 

Shall  ftreams  of  juftice  pour  ; 
And  God,  from  whom  all  goodnefs  flows, 
Shall  endlefs  plenty  fhow'r. 
VI. 
Before  him  righteoufnefs  fhall  march, 
1  his  juft  paths  prepare  ; 
•°  his  holy  fteps  purfue 
iftant  zeal  and  care. 


PSALMS.  7i 

Psalm  LXXXVI.    Firft  Part.    Com.  Met. 
The  Compajfion  of  God. 

O  THOU,  the  wretched's  fure  retreat, 

Who  doft  our  cares  control, 
And  with  the  cheerful  fmile  of  peace 

Revive  the  fainting  foul  ! 
II. 
Did  ever  thine  indulgent  ear 

The  humble  plea  difdain  ? 
Or  when  did  plaintive  mif  'ry  figh, 

Or  fupplicate,  in  vain  ? 
III. 
Opprefs'd  with  grief  and  fhame,  diflblv'd 

In  penitential   tears, 
Thy  goodnefs  calms  our  reftlefs  doubts, 

And  diffipates  our  fears. 
IV. 
New  life  from  thy  refreihing  grace 

Our  finking  hearts  receive  ; 
Thy  gentleft,  belt  lov'd  attribute, 

To  pity  and  forgive. 
V. 
From  that  blefs'd  fource,  propitious  hope 

Appears  ferenely  bright, 
And  fheds  her  foft  and  cheering  beam 

O'er  forrow's  difmal  nidit. 


72  PSALM   S. 

VI. 

Our  griefs  confefs  their  vital  pov/r, 

And  blefs  the  friendly  ray, 
Which  ufhers  in  the  fmiling  morn 

Of  everlafting  day. 

PsalmLXXXVI.  SecondPart.  Com.Met 

T'be  only  true  God. 

I. 
THEE  will  I  praife,  O  Lord  my  God, 

Praife  thee  with  heart  fincere  ; 
And  to  thy  everlafting  name 
Eternal  trophies  rear. 
II. 
Among  the  gods  there's  none  like  thee, 

O  Lord,  alone  divine  ! 
To  thee  as  much  inferiour  they, 
As  are  their  works  to  thine. 
III. 
Therefore  their  great  Creator  thee, 

The  nations  (hall  adore  ; 
Their  long  mifguided  pray'rs  and  praife 
To  thy  blefs' d  name  reftore. 
1  IV. 

All  (hall  confefs  thee  great,  and  great 

The  wonders  thou  haft  done  ; 
Confefs  thee  God,  thee  God  fuprcme, 
Confefs  .thee  God  alone. 


PSALMS.  73 

Psalm  LXXXVI.  SecondPart.  Long  Met. 
The  one  living  and  true  God.   . 

ETERNAL  God,  almighty  caufe 

Of  earth  and  feas  and  worlds  unknown ; 
All  things  are  fubjed  to  thy  laws ; 

All  things  depend  on  thee  alone, 
II. 
Thy  glorious  being  fingly  ftands, 

Of  all  within  itfelf  poffefs'd  ; 
Controll'd  by  none  in  thy  commands  ; 

And  in  thyfelf  completely  blefs'd. 
III. 
Worfhip  to  thee  alone  belongs, 

Worfhip  to  thee  alone  we  give  ; 
Thine  be  our  hearts,  and  thine  our  fongs, 

And  to  thy  glory  may  we  live. 
IV. 
Lord,  fpread  thy  name  through  heathen 

Their  idol  deities  dethrone  ;  [lands ; 

Subdue  the  world  to  thy  commands, 

And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

Psalm  LXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
Reanimation. 

I  O  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour,  I 
By  day  and  night  addrefs  my  cry  ; 
G 


74  PSALMS. 

Vouchfafe  my  mournful  voice  to  hear, 
To  my  diftrefs  incline  thine  ear. 

II. 
For  feas  of  trouble  me  invade, 
My  foul  draws  nigh  to  death's  cold   made. 
Like  one  whofe  ftrength  and  hopes  are  fled, 
They  number  me  among  the  dead. 

III. 
Like  thofe  who  fhrouded  in  the  grave, 
From  thee  no  more  remembrance  have  ; 
Caft  off  from  thy  fuftaining  care, 
Down  to  the  confines  of  defpair. 

IV. 
Wilt  thou  by  miracle  revive 
The  dead,  whom  thou  forfook'ft  alive  ? 
From  death  reftore,  thy  praife  to  fing,  : 
Whom  thou  from  prifon  would' ft  not  bring  ? 

V. 
Shall  the  mute  grave  thy  love  confefs  ? 
A  mould'ring  tomb  thy  faithfulnefs  ? 
Thy  truth  and  power  renown  obtain, 
Where  darknefs  and  oblivion  reign  ? 

Psalm  LXXXIX.  FirftPatt,  Long  Metre. 
The  Mercy  and  Truth  of  God, 

THY  mercies,  Lord,  mail  be  my  fong, 
My  fong  on  them  mail  ever  dwell  ; 

To  ages  yet  unborn  my  tongue 
Thy  never-failing  truth  mall  tell. 


PSALMS.  75 

II, 
I  have  affirm'd,  and  ftill  maintain, 

Thy  mercy  mall  for  ever  laft  ; 
Thy  truth,  that  does  the  heav'ns  fuftain, 

Like  them  mall  ft  and  for  ever  faft. 
III. 
For  fuch  ftupen  clous  truth  and  love, 

Both  heav 'n  and  earth  juft  praifes  owe, 
By  choirs  of  angels  fung  above, 

'And  by  affembled  faints  below. 

Psalm -LXXXIX.  Second  Part.  L.  Metre. 
The  Sovereignty  of  God,  and  publlck  WorJIoip. 

WHAT  feraph  of  celeftial  birth 

To  vie  with  thee,  O  God,  (hall  dare  ? 
Or  who  among  the  gods  of  earth, 

With  our  almighty  Lord  compare  ? 
II. 
Lord  God  of  armies,  who  can  boafi 

Of  ftrengthorpow'r,like  thine  renown'd? 
Of  fuch  a  num'rous  faithful  hoft, 

As  that  which  does  thy  throne  furround  ? 
III. 
Thou  doft  the  lawlefs  fea  control, 

And  change  the  profpecl:  of  the  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll, 

Thou  mak'ft  the  rolling  billows  fleep. 


76  PSALM   S. 

IV. 
In  thee  the  fov'reign  right  remains 

Of  earth  and  heav'n  ;  thee,LoRD,  alone, 
The  world  and  all  that  it  contains, 

Their  maker  and  preferver  own. 
V. 
Thy  arm  is  mighty,  ftrong  thy  hand  ; 

Yet,  Lord,  thou  doft  with  juftice  reign  : 
Pofiefs'd  of  abfolute  command, 

Thou  truth  and  mercy  doft  maintain. 
VI. 
Happy,  thrice  happy  they,  who  hear 

Thy  facred  trumpet's  joyful -found  ; 
Who  may  at  feftivals  appear, 

"With  thy  moft  glorious  prefence  crown'd. 
VII. 
With  rev'rence  and  religious  dread, 

Thy  faints  will  to  thy  temple  prefs  ; 
Thy  fear  through  all  their  hearts  ihall  fpread, 

Who  thine  almighty  name  confefs. 

Psalm  XC.    Firft  Part.    Common  Metre, 
Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 

I. 
O  LORD,  the  faviour  and  defence 

Of  us  thy  chofen  race, 
From  age  to  age  thou  flill  haft  been 

Our  iure  abiding  place. 


PSALMS.  77 

II. 
Before  thou  brought'ft  the  mountains  forth, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  its  frame, 
Thou  always  wert  the  mighty  God, 

And  ever  art  the  fame. 
III. 
Thou  turneft  man,  O  Lord,  to  duft, 

Of  which  he  firft  was  made  ; 
And  when  thou  fpeak'ft  the  word,  return, 

'Tis  inftantly  obey'd, 
IV. 
For  In  thy  fight  a  thoufand  years 

Are  like  a  day  that's  paft, 
Or  like  a  watch  in  dead  of  nighty 

Whofe  hours  unminded  wafte. 
V. 
Thou  fweep'ft  us  off  as  with  a  flood  ; 

We  vanifh  hence  like  dreams  ; 
At  firft  we  grow  like  grafs  that  feels 

The  fun's  reviving  beams  : 
VI. 
But  howfoever  frefh  and  fair 

Its  morning  beauty  fhows, 
'Tis  all  cut  down,  and  wither'd  quite,, 

Before  the  ev'ning  clofe. 


78  PSALMS. 

'  4 

Psalm  XC.   Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  Frailty  and  Shortnefs  of  Life. 
I. 
OUR  term  of  time  is  feventy  years, 

An  age  that  few  furvive  ; 
But  if,  with  more  than  common  ftrength. 
To  eighty  we  arrive  ; 
II. 
Yet  then  our  boafted  ftrength  decays, 

To  forrow  turn'd  and  pain  : 
So  foon  the  (lender  thread  is  cut, 
And  we  no  more  remain. 
III. 
But  who  thy  anger's  dread  effe&s 

Does,  as  he  ought,  revere  ? 
And  yet  thy  wrath  does  fall  or  rife, 
As  more  or  lefs  we  fear. 
IV. 
So  teach  us,  Lord,  th'  uncertain  fum 

Of  our  fhort  days  to  mind, 
That  to  true  wifdom  all  our  hearts 
May  ever  be  inclin'd. 

Psalm  XC.    Third  Part.   Common  Metre, 

Prayer  for  divine  Mercy  and  Afjiflance* 
I. 
O    TO  thy  fervants,  Lord,  return, 
And  fpeedily  relent  ! 


PSALMS.  79 

As  we  of  our  mifdeeds,  do  thou 

Of  our  iuix  doom  repent. 
II. 
To  fatisfy  and  cheer  our  fouls, 

Thv  early  mercy  fend  ; 
That  we  may  all  our  days  to  come, 

In  joy  and  comfort  fpend. 
III. 
Let  happy  times  with  large  amends 

Dry  up  our  former  tears, 
Or  equal  at  the  leaft  the  term 

Of  our  affii&ed  years. 
IV. 
To  all  thy  fervants,  Lord,  let  this 

Thy  wond'rous  work  be  known, 
And  to  our  offspring  yet  unborn, 

Thy  glorious  pow'r  be  mown. 

Let  thy  bright  rays  upon  us  fhine  ; 

Give  thou  our  work  fuccefs  ; 
The  glorious  work  we  have  in  hand 

Do  thou  vouchfafe  to  blefs. 

Psalm  XCI.     Six  Line  Long  Metre. 
Safety  amidjl  publick  Difeafes  and  Dangers* 

XjLE  that  has  God  his  guardian  made, 
Shall,  under  the  Almighty's  fhade, 


80  PSALMS. 

Secure  and  undifturb'd  abide. 
Thus  to  my  foul,  of  him  I'll  fay, 
He  is  my  fortrefs  and  my  ftay, 

My  God,  in  whom  I  will  confide. 
II. 
His  tender  love  and  watchful  care 
Shall  free  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare, 

And  from  the  noifome  peftilence  ; 
He  over  thee  his  wings  fhall  fpread, 
And  cover  thy  unguarded  head  ; 

His  truth  mail  be  thy  ftrong  defence. 
III. 
No  terrours  that  furprife  by  night, 
Shall  thy  undaunted  courage  fright, 

Nor  deadly  fhafts  that  fly  by  day  ; 
Nor  plague,  of  unknown  rife,  that  kills 
In  darknefs,  nor  infectious  ills 

That  in  the  hotteft  feafon  flay. 

Psalm  XCII.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  hordes  Day. 

JTlOW  good  and  pleafant  mull  it  be 
To  thank  the  Lord  mod  high  ; 

And  with  repeated  hymns  of  praife, 
His  name  to  magnify. 
II. 

With  ev'ry  morning's  early  dawn, 
His  goodnefs  to  relate  ; 


PSALMS.  81 

And  of  his  conftant  truth,  each  night, 

The  glad  effects  repeat. 
III. 
To  ten-ftring'd  inftruments  we'll  fing, 

With  tuneful  pfalt'ries  join  d  ; 
And  to  the  harp,  with  iblemn  founds* 

For  facred  ufe  defign'd. 
IV. 
For  through  thy  wond'rous  works,  O  Lord, 

Thou  mak'ft  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  thoughts  of  them  {hall  make  me  glad, 

And  ftiout  with  cheerful  voice. 

Psalm  XGIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  Eternity  and  Sovereignty  of  God. 

WlTH  glory  clad,  with  ftrength  array'd, 

The  Lord,  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 
The  world's  foundations  ftrongly  laid, 

And  the  vaft  fabrick  ftill  fuftains. 
II. 
How  furely  'ftablifh'd  is  thy  throne  ! 

Which  (hall  no  change  or  period  fee  ; 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone, 

Art  God  from  all  eternity. 
III. 
The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 

And  tofs  the  troubled  waves  on  high  ; 
But  God  above  can  ftill  their  noife, 

And  make  the  angry  fea  comply. 


82  P  S   A   L   M   S. 

IV. 

Thy  promife,  Lord,  is  ever  fure ; 

And  they  that  in  thy  houfe  would  dwell. 
That  happy  ftation  to  fecure, 

Mull  ftill  in  holinefs  excel. 

Psalm  XCIV.     Common  Metre. 
The  Blejfednefs  of  Afflittion. 

JdLESS'D  is  the  man  whom  thou,  O  Lord, 

In  kindnefs  doft  chaftife, 
And  by  thy  facred  rules  to  walk 

Doit  lovingly  advife. 
IT. 
This  man  (hall  reft  and  fafety  find 

In  feafons  of  diilreis  ; 
Whilft  God  prepares  a  pit  for  thofe 

That  fiubbornly  tranfgrefs. 
III.. 
For  God  will  never  from  his  faints 
•     PI  is  favour  wholly  take  ; 
His  own  pofleffion  and  his  lot, 

Pie  will  not  quite  forfake. 
IV. 
The  world  (hall  then  confefs  thee  juft 

In  all  that  thou  haft  done  ; 
And  thofe  that  choofe  thy  upright  ways* 

Shall,  in  thofe  paths  go  on. 


PSALMS.  83 

Psalm  XCV.     Long  Metre. 
Publick  Worjhip* 

O  COME,  loud  anthems  let  us  fing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King  j 
For  we  our  voices  high  mould  raife, 
When  our  falvation's  rock  we  praife. 

II. 
Into  his  presence  let  us  hafte, 
To  thank  him  for  his  favours  pall  ; 
To  him  addrefs,  in  joyful  fongs, 
The  praife  that  to  his  name  belongs. 

III. 
For  God  the  Lord,  enthron'd  in  flare. 
Is,  with  unrivali'd  glory,  great  ; 
A  King  fuperiour  far  to  all 
Whom  by  his  title,  God,  we  call. 

IV. 
The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, 
Her  fecret  wealth  at  his  command  ; 
The  ftrength  of  hills,  that  threat  the  fides, 

Subje&ed  to  his  empire  lies. 

V. 
The  rolling  ocean's  vaft  abyfs 
By  the  fame  fov'reign  right  is  his  ; 
'Tis  mov'd  by  his  almighty  hand, 
That  form'd  and  fix'd  the  folic!  land. 


84  PSALMS. 

VI. 

O  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there ; 
Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  all 
Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 

Psalm  XGVI.     Ninth  Metre. 
Praife  to  the  Supreme  Rider  and  Judge. 

uING  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  fong  ; 
Let  earth,  in  one  affembled  throng, 

Her  common  patron's  praife  refound. 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  and  blefs  his  name, 
From  day  to  day  his  praife  proclaim, 

Who  us  has  with  falvation  crown'd. 
To  heathen  lands  his  fame  rehearfe, 
His  wonders  to  the  univerfe. 

II. 
He's  great,  and  greatly  to  be  prais'd  ; 
In  majefty  and  glory  rais'd 

Above  all  other  deities. 
For  pageantry  and  idols  all 
Are  they  whom  gods  the  heathen  call  : 

He  only  rules  who  made  the  fkies. 
With  majefty  and  honour  crown'd, 
Beauty  and  ftrength  his  throne  furround. 


PSALMS.  85 

III. 
Proclaim  aloud,  Jehovah  reigns, 
Whofe  pow'r  the  univerfe  fuftains, 

And  banifh'd  juftice  will  reftore. 
Let  therefore  heav'n  new  joys  confefs, 
And  heav'nly  mirth  let  earth  exprefs  ; 

Its  loud  applaufe  the  ocean  roar  ; 
Its  mute  inhabitants  rejoice, 
And  for  this  triumph  find  a  voice. 

IV. 
For  joy  let  fertile  vallies  ling, 
The  cheerful  groves  their  tribute  bring ; 

The  tuneful  choir  of  birds  awake, 
The  Lord's  approach  to  celebrate, 
Who  now  fets  out  with  awful  ftate, 

His  circuit  through  the  earth  to  take, 
From  heav'n  to  judge  the  world  he's  come, 
With  juftice  to  reward  and  doom. 

Psalm  XCVI.     Tenth  Metre. 
Praife  to  the  fnpr erne  Rider  and  Judge, 

\J  SING  to  the  Lord  a  new  feng, 
Let  th'  univerfe  join  in  the  ftrain, 

Each  day  the  glad  tribute  prolong, 
His  wonders,  his  glory  maintain. 

Let  gratitude  blefs  the  kind  pow'r 

From  whom  our  falvation  defcends  :     , 
H 


86  PSALMS. 

How  great  is  the  God  we  adore  ! 

How  rich  are  the  bleffings  he  fends  ! 
II. 
In  the  beauty  of  holinefs  bow  ; 

O  worfhip  with  fear  and  with  love  ; 
How  folernn  his  temples  below  ! 

How  glorious  his  prefence  above  ! 
Proclaim  to  the  nations  around, 

That  our  God  th'  omnipotent  reigns, 
Whofe  righteoufnefs  fpace  cannot  bound5 

Whofe  purpofe  unalter'd  remains. 
III. 
O  let  the  wide  heavens  rejoice, 

The  earth  with  her  myriads  be  glad, 
Old  ocean  mall  join  his  loud  voice, 

And  the  woods  in  rich  verdure  be  clad : 
Rejoice  !  for  the  Lord  is  at  hand  ; 

Prepare,  for  his  judgment  is  nigh; 
Before  him  all  nations  fhall  Hand  ; 
No  guilt  from  his  juftice  can  fly. 

Psalm  XCVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Majejiy  of  God's  Kingdom,  and  the  Re- 
wards of  Righteoufnefs. 

JEHOVAH  reigns,  let  all  the  earth 


In  his  juft  government  rejoic 


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PSALMS.  87 

Let  all  the  ifles  with  facred  mirth, 
In  his  applaufe  unite  their  voice. 
II. 

Darknefs  and  clouds  of  awful  fhade 
His  dazzling  glory  fhroud  in  ftate  ; 

Juftice  and  truth  his  guards  are  made, 
And  fix'd  by  his  pavilion  wait. 

III. 

Thou,  O  our  God,  art  feated  high, 

Above  earth's  potentates  enthron'd  ; 
Thou,  Lord,  unrivall'd  in  the  fky, 

Supreme  by  all  the  gods  art  own'd. 
IV. 
You  who  to"  ferve  this  Lord  afpire, 

Abhor  what's  ill,  and  truth  efteem  : 
He'll  keep  his  fervants'  fouls  entire, 

And  them  from  wicked  hands  redeem. 
V. 
For  feeds  are  fown  of  glorious  light, 

A  future  harveft  for  the  juft  ; 
And  gladneis  to*  o~  ^^rt  that's  right, 

To  recompenfe  its  pious  truii. 
VI. 
Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  ; 

Memorials  of  his  holinefs, 
Deep  in  your  faithful  breafts  record, 

And  with  your  thankful  tongues  confefs. 


88  PSALMS. 

Psalm  XCVIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Power  and  Salvation  of  God. 

DING  to  the  Lord  a  new-made  fong, 

Who  wond'rous  things  has  done  ; 
With  his  right  hand  and  holy  arm, 

The  conqueft  he  has  won. 
II. 
The  Lord  has  through  th'  aftonifh'd  world 

Difplay'd  his  faving  might, 
And  made  his  righteous  ads  appear 

In  all  the  heathen's  fight. 
III. 
Let  therefore  earth's  inhabitants 

Their  cheerful  voices  raife, 
And  all  with  univerfal  joy 

Refound  their  Maker's  praife. 
IV. 
Let  the  loud  ocean  roar  her  joy, 

With  all  that  feas  contain  ; 
The  earth  and  **•-  — *^oitants 

tr-^t  concert  with  the  main. 
V. 
With  joy  let  riv'lets  fwell  to  ftreams, 

To  fpreading  torrents  they  ; 
And  echoing  vales,  from  hill  to  hill, 

Redoubled  fhouts  convey  ; 


PSALMS.  So 

VI. 

To  welcome  down  the  world's  great  Judge, 

Who  does  with  juftice  come, 
And  with  impartial  equity, 

Both  to  reward  and  doom. 

Psalm  XGIX.     Short  Metre. 
The  Holinefs  of  God. 

1  HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  holy  is  his  throne  : 
Let  all  the  nations  humbly  fear. 
And  worfhip  him  alone. 

IT. 
Let  all  with  praife  addrefs 
His  great  and  dreadful  name  ; 
His  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  majefty^ 
And  holinefs  proclaim. 

III. 
Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Before  his  footftool  fall  ; 
His  mercy,  truth,  and  faithfulnefs, 
And  holinefs  extol.  * 

IV. 
With  worfhip  at  his  courts, 
Exalt  our  God  and  Lord  ; 
For  he  who  only  holy  is, 
Alone  fliould  be  ador'cL 

H2 


90  PSALMS. 

Psalm  C.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  our  Creator, 

JjEFORE  Jehovah's  lofty  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 

He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 
II. 
His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men ; 
And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we  ftray'd, 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
III. 
We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  fouls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lafting  honours  fhall  we  rear, 

Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ! 
IV. 
We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs  ; 

High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife ; 
And  earth,  with  her. ten  thoufand  tongues, 

Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife, 
V. 
Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ! 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  fhall  ftand, 

When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 


PSALMS.  91 

Psalm  CI.     Long  Metre. 
Jiifl  Rulers  encourage  good  Men. 

WHEN,  Lord,  thou  fhalt  with  me  refide, 
Wife  difcipline  my  reign  mall  guide  ; 
With  blamelefs  life  myfelf  I'll  make 
A  pattern  for  my  court  to  take. 

II. 
No  ill  defign  will  I  purfue, 
Nor  thofe  my  fav'rites  make  that  do. 
Who  to  reproof  has  no  regard, 
Him  will  I  totally  difcard. 

III. 
The  private  flanderer  fhall  be 
In  publick  juftice  doom'd  by  me  : 
From  haughty  looks  I'll  turn  afide, 
And  mortify  the  heart  of  pride. 

IV. 
But  honefty,  call'd  from  her  cell, 
In  fplendour  at  my  court  fhall  dwell  : 
Who  virtue's  pra&ice  make  their  care. 
Shall  have  the  firft  preferments  there. 

V.  * 

No  politicks  fhall  recommend 
His  country's  foe  to  be  my  friend  : 
None  e'er  fhall  to  my  favour  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies. 


92  PSALMS. 

Psalm  CII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Immutability  of  God. 

THROUGH  endlefs  years  thou  art  the 

O  ever  bleffed  God  !  [fame, 

Ages  to  come  fhall  found  thy  praife, 

And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 
II. 
The  ftrong  foundations  of  the  earth 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid  ; 
Thy  hands  the  beauteous  arch  of  heav'n 

With  wond'rous  fkill  have  made. 
III. 
Whilft  thou  for  ever  fhalt  endure, 

They  foon  fhall  pafs  away  ; 
And  like  a  garment  often  worn, 

Shall  tarnifh  and  decay. 
IV. 
Like  that,  when  thou  ordain'ft  their  change, 

To, thy  command  they  bend  ; 
But  thou  continu'ft  ftill  the  fame, 

Nor  have  thy  years  an  end. 
V. 
Thou  to  the  children  of  thy  faints 

Shalt  lafting  quiet  give  ; 
Whofe  happy  race,  fecurely  fix'd, 

Shall  in  thy  prefence  live. 


PSALMS.  93 

Psalm  CIII.     Firft  Part.    Long  Metre. 
The  Mercy  of  God. 

1  HE  Lord  abounds  with  tender  love, 

And  unexampled  ads  of  grace  : 
His  waken'd  wrath  doth  flowly  move, 

His  willing  mercy  flows  apace. 
II. 
God  will  not  always  hardily  chide, 

But  with  his  anger  quickly  part ; 
And  loves  his  punifhments  to  guide, 

More  by  his  love  than  our  defert. 
III. 
As  high  as  heav'n  its  arch  extends 

Above  this  little  ipot  of  clay  ; 
So  much  his  boundlefs  love  tranfcends 

The  fmall  refpeds  that  we  can  pay. 
IV. 
As  far  as  'tis  from  eaft  to  weft, 

So  far  has  he  our  fms  remov'd, 
Who  with  a  father's  tender  breaft 

Has  fuch  as  fear'd  him  always  lov'd. 
V. 
For  God,  who  all  our  frame  furveys, 

Confiders  that  we  are  but  clay  ; 
How  frefh  foe'er  we  feem,  our  days 

Like  grafs  or  flow'rs  mult  fade  away. 


94  PSALMS. 

Psalm  .CHI.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Angdick   Praife. 

1  HE  Lord,  the  univerfal  King, 

In  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  lofty  throne  : 
To  him,  ye  angels,  praifes  fing, 
In  whole  great  ftrength  his  pow'r  is  fhowru 
II. 
Ye  that  his  juft  commands  obey, 

And  hear  and  do  his  facred  will ; 
Ye  hofts  of  his,  this  tribute  pay, 
Who  ftill  what  he  ordains  fulfil. 
III. 
Let  ev'ry  creature  jointly  blefs 

The  mighty  Lord  ;  and  thou,  my  heart, 
With  grateful  joy  thy  thanks  exprefs, 
And  in  this  concert  bear  thy  part. 

Psalm  CIV.     Firft  Part.    Long  Metre. 
The  Majcjly  of  God. 

JjLESS  God,  my  foul ;  thou,  Lord,  alone 
PoflTefleft  empire  without  bounds  \ 

With  honour  thou  art  crown' d  ;  thy  throne 
Eternal  ma)  eft  y  furrounds. 
II. 

With  light  thou  dofl  thyfelf  enrobe, 
And  glory  for  a  garment  take  ; 


PSALMS-         .       95 

HeavVs  curtains  ftretch  beyond  the  globe, 
Thy  canopy  of  ftate  to  make. 
III. 
God  builds  on  liquid  air,  and  forms 
His  palace  chambers  in  the  Ikies  ; 
The  clouds  his  chariots  are,  and  ftorms 
The  fwift- wing' d  fteeds  with  which  he  flies. 
IV. 
As  bright  as  flame,  as  fwift  as  wind, 
His  minifters  heav'n's  palace  fill, 
To  have  their  fundry  tafks  affign'd  ; 

All  proud  to  ferve  their  fov'reign's  will 

Psalm  CIV.    Second  Part.  Eighth  Metre. 
The  Bleffing  of  Rain  and  Fountains. 

(jrOD's  providence  fix'd 

The  ftream  and  its  fource ; 
The  fea  knows  its  bounds, 

The  rivers  their  courfe ; 
Convey'd  through  dark  conduits, 

Springs  rife  on  the  hills ; 
They  burft  in  the  fountains. 

They  fall  in  the  rills. 
IT. 
The  beafts  of  the  wild 

Their  foreft  forfake ; 
The  herd  quits  the  field^ 

To  drink  of  the  lake  ; 


96  PSALMS. 

On  trees  crown'd  with  verdure, 

Its  margin  along, 
Birds,  warbling  fweet  mufick, 

Praife  God  in  their  fong. 
III. 
Descending  on  hills, 

Clouds  plenteoufnefs  pour ; 
All  nature  revives, 

Earth  fmiles  in  the  fhow'r ; 
A  garment  of  verdure 

Apparels  the  plain, 
Fruits  fwell  in  the  garden, 

Fields  wave  with  their  grain. 

Psalm  CIV.     Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
For  Hiifbandmen. 

GRASS,  for  our  cattle  to  devour, 

God  makes  the  growth  of  ev'ry  field  ; 
Herbs,  for  man's  ufe,  of  various  pow'r, 

That  either  food  or  phyfick  yield. 
II. 
With  clufter'd  grapes  he  crowns  the  vine, 

To  cheer  man's  heart  opprefs'd  with  cares; 
Gives  oil  that  makes  his  face  to  fhine, 

And  corn  that  wafted  flrength  repairs. 


PSALMS. 


97 


in. 
The  trees  of  God,  without  the  care 
Or  art  of  man,  with  fap  are  fed  : 
The  mountain  cedar  looks  as  fair, 

As  thofe  in  royal  gardens  bred. 
IV. 
The  moon's  inconftant  afpect  mows 

Th'  appointed  feafons  of  the  year  ; 
Th'  inftructed  fun  his  duty  knows, 

His  hours  to  rife  and  difappear. 
V. 
Forth  to  the  tillage  of  his  foil, 

The  hufbandman  fecurely  goes, 
Commencing  with  the  fun  his  toil, 

With  him  returns  to  his  repofe. 
VI. 
How  various,  Lord,  thy  works  are  found ; 

For  which  thy  wifdom  we  adore  ! 
The  earth  is  with  thy  treafure  crown'd, 

Till  nature's  hand  can  grafp  no  more. 

Psalm  CIV.     Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre. 
For  Seamen. 

vJ  GOD,  the  vaft  unfathom'd  main 
Of  wonders  a  new  fcene  fapplies, 

Whofe  depths  inhabitants  contain, 
Of  ev'ry  form  and  ev'ry  fize. 


98  P  S   A  L   M   S. 

II. 

Full  freighted  fhips  from  ev'ry  port, 

There  cut  their  unmolefted  way ; 
Leviathan,  -whom  there  to  fport 

Thou  mad'ft^  has  compafs  there  to  play, 
III. 
The  various  troops  of  fea  and  land, 

In  fenfe  of  common  want  agree  ; 
All  wait  on  thy  difpenfing  hand, 

And  have  their  daily  alms  from  thee. 
IV. 
They  gather  what  thy  (lores  difperfe, 

Without  their  trouble  to  provide : 
Thou  op'ft  thy  hand,  the  univerfe, 

The  craving  world,  is  all  fupply'd. 

Psalm  CIV.    Fifth  Part.    Long  Metre. 
The  univerfal  Providence  of  God, 

1HOU,  Lord,  a  moment  hid'ft  thy  face, 

The  num'rous  ranks  of  creatures  mourn  : 
Thou  tak'ft  their  breath,  all  nature's  race 

Forthwith  to  mother  earth  return. 
II. 
Again  thou  fend'ft  thy  fpirit  forth, 

T'  infpire  the  mafs  with  vital  feed; 
Nature's  reftor'd,  and  parent  earth 

Smiles  on  her  new-created  breed* 


PSALMS.  99 

ill. 

Thus  through  fucceffive  ages  ftands 

Firm  hVd  thy  providential  care ; 
Pleas'd  with  the  work  of  thy  own  hands, 

Thou  doft  the  waftes  of  time  repair, 
IV. 
One  look  of  thine,  one  wrathful  look, 

Earth's  panting  breaft  with  tcrrcur  fills ; 
One  touch  from  thee,  with  clouds  of  fmoke, 

In  darknefs  fhrouds  the  proudeft  hills, 
V. 
In  praifing  God,  while  he  prolongs 

My  breath,  I  will  that  breath  employ ; 
And  join  devotion  to  my  fongs, 

Sincere,  as  in  him  is  my  joy. 

Psalm  CV.     Common  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 

O  RENDER  thanks,*  and  blefe  the  Lord  ; 

Invoke  his  facred  name  ; 
Acquaint  the  nations  with  his  deeds, 

His  matchlefs  deeds  proclaim. 
II. 
Sing  to  his  praife,  in  lofty  hymns 

His  wond'rous  works  rehearfe  ; 
Make  them  the  theme  of  your  difcourfe, 

And  fubjecT:  of  your  verfe. 


ioo  PSALMS. 

in. 

Rejoice  in  his  almighty  name, 

Alone  to  be  ador'd  ; 
And  let  their  hearts  o'erflow  with  joy, 

That  humbly  feek  the  Lord. 
IV. 
Seek  ye  the  Lord,  his  faving  ftrength 

Devoutly  ftill  implore  ; 
And  where  he's  ever  prefent,  feek 

His  face  for  evermore. 
V. 
The  wonders  that  his  hands  have  wrought, 

Keep  thankfully  in  mind  ; 
The  righteous  ftatutes  of  his  mouth, 

And  laws  to  us  affign'd. 

Psalm  CVI.     Long  Metre. 

Praife  to   God,   and  the   Happinefs   of  the 
Righteous. 
I. 
O  RENDER  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whofe  mercy  firm  through  ages  paft 
Has  ftood,  and  fhall  for  ever  laft. 

II. 
Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  exprefs, 
Not  only  vaft,  but  numberlefs  ? 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raife 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praife  ? 


PSALMS.  ioi 

ill. 
Happy  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  from  thy  judgments  never  ftray  ; 
Who  know  what's  right  ;  nor  only  fo, 
But  always  pra&ife  what  they  know. 

IV. 
Extend  to  me  that  favour,  Lord, 
Thou  to  thy  chofen  doft  afford  : 
When  thou  return'ft  to  fet  them  free, 
Let  thy  falvation  vifit  me. 

Psalm  CVIL     Firft  Part.     Long  Metre, 
For  Captives  in  War. 

1  O  God  your  grateful  voices  raife, 

Who  does  your  daily  patron  prove  \ 
And  let  your  never-ceafmg  praife 
Attend  on  his  eternal  love. 
II. 
Let  thofe  give  thanks  whom  he  from  bands 

Of  proud  oppreffing  foes  releas'd  ; 
And  brought  them  back  from  diftant  lands, 
From  north  and  fouth,  and  weft  and  eaft. 
III. 
Through  lonely  defert  ways  they  went, 

Nor  could  a  peopled  city  find ; 
Till  quite  with  thirft  and  hunger  fpent. 
Their  fainting  fouls  within  them  pin'd. 
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io2  PSALM   S. 

IV. 
Then  foon  to  God's  indulgent  ear 

Did  they  their  mournful  cry  addrefs  } 
Who  gracioufly  vouchfaf 'd  to  hear, 

And  freed  them  from  their  deep  diftrefs. 
V. 
From  crooked  paths  he  led  them  forth, 

And  in  the  certain  way  did  guide, 
To  wealthy  towns  of  great  refort, 

Where  all  their  wants  were  well  fupplied. 
VI. 
O  then  that  all  the  earth  with  me 

Would  God  for  this  his  goodnefs  praife  ! 
And  for  the  mighty  works  which  he 
Throughout  the  wond'ring  world  difplays! 

Psalm  CVII.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
For  Prjfoners. 

SOME  lie,  with  darknefs  compafs'd  round, 
In  death's  uncomfortable  made  ; 

And  with  unwieldy  fetters  bound, 
By  prefiing  cares  more  heavy  made. 

Then  foon  to  God's  indulgent  ear, 
Did  they  their  mournful  cry  addrefs ; 

Who  gracioufly  vouchfaf 'd  to  hear, 

And  freed  them  from  their  deep  diftrefs. 


PSALMS.  103 

in. 
From  difmal  dungeons,  dark  as  night, 

And  fhades  as  black  as  death's  abode, 
He  brought  them  forth  to  cheerful  light, 

And  welcome  liberty  beftow'd. 
IV. 
O  then  that  all  the  earth  with  me 

Would  God  for  this  his  goodnefspraife! 
And  for  the  mighty  works  which  he 

Throughout  the  wond'ring  world  difplays ! 

Psalm  CVIL  Third  Part.  Gommon  Metre. 
Intemperance  chajll%ed  and  reformed, 

BENEATH    God's   terrours    doom'd   to 

Behold  th'  intemp'rate  band,        [groan. 
The  fruits  of  folly  reap,  and  own 

The  juftice  of  his  hand. 
II. 
From  food  eftrang'd,  their  languid  foul 

The  needful  meal  foregoes  ; 
Life  feels  its  current  faintly  roll, 

And  haftens  to  its  clofe. 
III. 
Diftrefs'd,  to  God  they  make  their  pray'r, 

And  nature  joyous  fees 
His  word  her  ruin'd  ftrength  repair, 

Her  fierceft  tortures  eafe. 


104  PSALMS. 

IV. 
O  then  that  all  would  blefs  his  name, 

Who  thus  his  mercy  prove  ; 
And  ftill  from  age  to  age  proclaim 

The  wonders  of  his  love. 

Psalm  CVII.    Fourth  Part.    Long  Metre. 
For  Seamen. 

X  HEY  that  in  fhips,  with  courage  bold, 
O'er  fwelling  waves  their  trade  purfue,. 
Do  God's  amazing  works  behold, 
And  in  the  deep-  his  wonders  view. 
II. 
No  fooner  his  command  is  part, 

But  forth  the  dreadful  temper!  flies, 
Which  fweeps  the  fea  with  rapid  hafte, 
And  makes  the  ftormy  billows  rife. 
III. 
Sometimes  the  fhips,  tofs'd  up  to  heav'n, 

On  tops  of  mountain  waves  appear ; 

Then  down  the  fteep  abyfs  are  driv'n, 

Whilft  ev'ry  foul  diffolves  with  fear. 

They  reel  and  ftagger  to  and  fro, 

Like  men  with  fumes  of  wine  opprefs'd ; 

Nor  do  the  fkilful  feamen  know 

Which  way  to  fteer,  what  courfe  is  beft. 


PSALMS.  105 

v. 
Then  ftraight  to  God's  indulgent  ear 

They  do  their  mournful  cry  addrefs  ; 
Who  gracioufly  vouchfafes  to  hear, 

And  frees  them  from  their  deep  diftrefs. 
VI. 
He  does  the  raging  ftorm  appeafe, 

And  makes  the  billows  calm  and  ftill ; 
With  jdf  they  fee  their  fury  ceafe, 

And  their  intended  courfe  fulfil. 
VII. 
O  then  that  all  the  earth  with  me 

Would  God  for  this  his  goodnefs  praife  ! 
And  for  the  mighty  works  which  he 

Throughout  the  wond'ring  world  difplay  s ! 

Psalm  CVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God :  a  Morning  Pfalm. 

O  GOD,  my  heart  is  fully  bent 

To  magnify  thy  name  ; 
My  tongue  with  cheerful  fongs  of  praife 

Shall  celebrate  thy  fame. 
II. 
Awake,  my  lute  ;  nor  thou,  my  harp, 

Thy  warbling  notes  delay  ; 
Whilft  I  with  early  hymns  of  joy 

Prevent  the  dawning  day. 


io6  PSALM   S. 

in. 

To  all  the  lift'ning  tribes,  O  Lord, 

Thy  wonders  I  will  tell, 
And  to  thofe  nations  fing  thy  praife 

That  round  about  us  dwell : 
IV. 
Becaufe  thy  mercy's  boundlefs  height 

The  higheft  heav'n  tranfcends, 
And  far  beyond  th'  afpiring  clouds 

Thy  faithful  truth  extends. 
V. 
Be  thou,  O  God,  exalted  high 

Above  the  ftarry  frame  ; 
And  let  the  world,. with  one  confent, 

Confefs  thy  glorious  name. 

t 

Psalm  CIX.     Common  Metre. 
Love  to  Enemies  from  the  Example  of  Chrift. 

1  HOU  caufeft,  Lord,  thy  fun  to  fhine, 

Thy  rain  on  them  to  fall, 
Who  moft  tranfgrefs  the  law  divine  ; 
For  thou  art  good  to  alK 
II. 
Thine  image  in  thy  Son  we  view,, 

Who  full  of  grace  was  found, 
When  llanders,  cruel  as  untrue, 
Encompafs'd  him  around* 


PS   AL   M   S.  in 

Psalm  CXIII.     Six  Line  Long  Metre. 
The  MajeJIy  and  Goodnefs  of  God. 

iE  faints  and  fervants  of  the  Lord, 
The  triumphs  of  his  name  record  : 

His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs. 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  dilplays 
His  rifing  beams  or  fetting  rays, 

Due  praife  to  his  great  name  addrefs* 
IL 
God  through  the  world  extends  his  fway : 
The  regions  of  eternal  day 

But  fhadows  of  his  glory  are* 
To  him  whofe  majefty  excels, 
Who  made  the  heav'n  in  which  he  dwells, 

Let  no  created  pow'r  compare. 
III. 
His  goodnefs,  equal  to  his  pow'r, 
Loads  with  its  bleffings  ev'ry  hour, 

And  fpreads  the  wide  creation  o'er. 
On  the  whole  earth  his  bounties  reft, 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  name  be  blefs'd ; 

Since  all  receive,  let  all  adore. 


ii2  PSALMS. 

Psalm  CXVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  divine  Deliverances  gratefully  acknowl- 
edged. 

jMY  foul  with  grateful  thoughts  of  love 

Entirely  is  poffeft, 
Becaufe  the  Lord  vouchfaf'd  to  hear 

The  voice  of  my  requeft. 
II. 
Since  he  has  now  his  ear  inclined, 

I  never  will  defpair ; 
But  ftill  in  all  the  ftraits  of  life 

To  him  addrefs  my  pray*r. 
III. 
When  death  alarm' d  me,  he  remov'd 

My  dangers  and  my  fears  ; 
My  feet  from  falling  he  fecur'd, 

And  dry'd  my  eyes  from  tears. 
IV. 
Therefore  my  life's  remaining  years, 

Which  God  to  me  fhall  lend, 
Will  I  in  praifes  to  his  name, 

And  in  his  fervice  fpend. 

Psalm  CXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  Nations. 

VtITH  cheerful  notes  let  all  the  earth 
To  heav'n  their  voices  raife  \ 


PSALMS.  113 

Let  all,  infpir'd  with  godly  mirth, 
Sing  folemn  hymns  of  praife. 
II. 

God's  tender  mercy  knows  no  bound, 
His  truth  (hall  ne'er  decay  : 

Then  let  the  willing  nations  round, 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay. 

Psalm  CXVIII.    Firft  Part.    Com.  Metre, 
Trujling  in  God. 

O  PRAISE  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good, 

His  mercies  ne'er  decay  : 
That  his  kind  favours  ever  laft, 

My  thankful  heart, mall  fay.. 
IL 
To  God  I  made  my  humble  moan, . 

With  troubles  quite  opprefs'd  ; 
And  he  releas'd  me  from  my  ilraits5. 

And  granted  my  requeft. 
III. 
Since  therefore  God  does  on  my  fide 

So  gracioufly  appear, 
Why  mould  the  vain  attempts  of  men 

Poffefs  my  foul  with  fear  ? 
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1 14  PSALMS. 

IV. 
For  better  'tis  to  truft  in  God, 

And  have  the  Lord  our  friend, 
Than  on  the  greateft  human  power 

For  fafety  to  depend. 

Psalm  CXVIII.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre- 

For  the  Lord's  Day. 

I. 

1HAT  which  the  Guilders   once  refus'd, 

Is  now  the  corner  ftone  : 
This  is  the  wond'rous  work  of  God, 

The  work  of  God  alone. 
IT. 
This  day  is  God's  ;  let  all  the  land 

Exalt  their  cheerful  voice  : 
Lord,  we  befeech  thee,  fave  us  now, 

And  make  us  ftill  rejoice. 
III. 
Thou  art  my  Lord,  O  God,  and  ftill 

I'll  praife  thy  holy  name  ; 
Becaufe  thou  only  art  my  God, 

I'll  celebrate  thy  fame. 
IV. 
O  then  with  me  give  thanks  to  God, 

Who  ftill  does  gracious  prove  ; 
And  let  the  tribute  of  our  praife 

Be  endlefs  as  his  love. 


PSALMS,  115 

Psalm  CXIX.     Firft  Part.  Com,  Metre. 
The  Happinefs  of  a  virtuous  Life. 

I. 

HOW  blefs'd  are  they  who  always  keep 

The  pure  and  perfect  way  ! 
Who  never  from  the  facred  paths 
Of  God's  commandments  ftray  ! 
II. 
Thrice  blefs'd  !  who  to  his  righteous  laws 

Have  ftill  obedient  been  ! 
And  have  with  fervent  humble  zeal 
His  favour  fought  to  win  ! 
III. 
Such  men  their  utmoft  caution  ufe 

To  fhun  each  wicked  deed ; 
But  in  the  path  which  he  directs 
With  conftant  care  proceed, 
IV, 
Thou  ftridly  haft  enjoin  d  us,  Lord, 

To  learn  thy  facred  will  ; 
And  all  our  diligence  employ 
Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil.. 
V. 
O  then  that  thy  moft  holy  will 

Might  o'er  my  ways  prefide  I 
And  I  the  courfe  of  all  my  life 
By  thy  dire&ion  guide  ! 


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n6  PSALMS. 

V.L 
Thea  with  aflurance  mould  I  walk, 

From  all  confufion  free  ; 
Convinc'd,  with  joy,  that  all  my  ways 

With  thy  commands  agree. 

Psalm  CXIX.   Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
How  the  Young-  may  be  preferved  from  Sin. 

T 

rlOW  mail  the  young  preferve  their  ways 

From  all  pollution  free  ? 
By  making  ftill  their  courfe  of  life 

With  thy  commands  agree* 
IJ. 
With  hearty  zeal  for  thee  I  (tcky 

To  thee  for  fuccour  pray  ;. 
O  fuffer  not  my  carelefs  fteps 

From  thy  right  paths  to  ftray,. 
UL, 
Safe  in  my  heart,  and  clofely  hid, 

Thy  word,  my  treafure,  lies  ; 
To  fuccour  me  with  timely  aid, 

When  finful  thoughts  arife* 
IV. 
Secur'd  by  that,  my  grateful  foul 

Shall  ever  blefs  thy  name  : 
O  teach  me  then  by  thy  juft  laws 

My  future  life  to  frame. 


PSALMS.  117 

Psalm  CXIX.    Third  Part.    Com.  Metre. 
Prayer  for  divine  Direction. 

I. 
INSTRUCT  me  in  thy  ftatuteg,  Lord, 

Thy  righteous  paths  difplay  ; 
And  I  from  them  through  all  my  life, 
Will  never  go  aftray. 
IT. 
If  thou  true  wifdom  from  above 

Wilt  gracioufly  impart, 
To  keep  thy  perfect  laws  I  will 
Devote  my  zealous  heart. 
III. 
Direct  me  in  the  facred  ways 

To  which  thy  precepts  lead  ; 
Becaufe  my  chief  delight  has  been 
Thy  righteous  paths  to  tread. 
IV. 
Do  thou  to  thy  moft  juft  commands 

Incline  my  willing  heart ; 
Let  no  defire  of  worldly  wealth 
From  thee  my  thoughts  divert. 
V. 
From  thofe  vain  objects  turn  my  eyes, 

Which  this  falfe  world  difplays  ; 
But  give  me  lively  pow'r  and  ftrength 
To  keep  thy  righteous  ways. 


nS  PSALMS, 

Psalm  CXIX.    Fourth  Part.   Com.  Metre. 
The  Ben  eft  of  AJfliaions. 

WITH  me,  thy  fervant,  thou  haft  dealt 

Moft  gracioufly,  O  Lord  | 
Repeated  benefits  beftow'd, 
According  to  thy  word. 
II. 
Before  affli&ion  ftopp'd  my  courfe, 

My  footfteps  went  aftray  ; 
But  I  have  fince  been  difciplin'd, 
Thy  precepts  to  obey. 
III. 
'Tis  good  for  me  that  I  have  felt 

AfHi&ion's  chaft'ning  rod, 
That  I  might  duly  learn  and  keep 
The  ftatutes  of  my  God. 
'    IV. 
The  law  that  from  thy  mouth  proceeds, 

Of  more  efteem  I  hold, 
Than  untouch' d  mines,  than  thoufand  mines 
Of  filver  and  of  gold. 

Psalm  CXIX.  Fifth  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Immutability  of  God  and  his  Law. 

-TOR  ever  and  for  ever,  Lord, 
Unchang'd  thou  doft  remain  ; 


PSALMS.  119 

Thy  word,  eftablifli'd  in  the  heav'ns, 

Does  all  their  orbs  fuftain. 
II. 
Through  circling  ages,  Lord,  thy  truth 

Immoveable  mall  ftand, 
As  doth  the  earth  which  thou  uphold'ft 

By  thine  almighty  hand. 
III. 
All  things  the  courfe  by  thee  ordain'd, 

Ev'n  to  this  day  fulfil  ; 
They  are  thy  faithful  fubjects  all, 

And  fervants  of  thy  will. 
IV. 
IVe  feen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below : 
But  thy  commandments,  like  thyfelf, 

No  change  or  period  know. 

Psalm  CXIX.  Sixth  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Perfeclion  of  the  divine  Law. 

1  KE  wonders  which  thy  laws  contain, 

No  words  can  reprefent ; 
Therefore  to  prattiie  them,  O  Lord, 

My  zealous  heart  is  bent. 
II. 
The  very  entrance  to  thy  word 

Celeftial  light  difplays. 


120  PSALMS. 

And  knowledge  of  true  happinefs 
To  fimpleft  minds  conveys. 
IIL 

With  eager  hopes  I  waiting  flood, 
And  fainted  with  defire, 

That  of  thy  wife  commands  I  might 

The  facred  {kill  acquire. 
IV. 

Directed  by  thy  heav'nly  word, 

Let  all  my  footfteps  be  ; 
Nor  wickednefs  of  any  kind 

Dominion  have  o'er  me. 

Psalm  CXXI.     Hallelujah  Metre. 
God  our  Preferver. 

UPWARD  we  lift  our  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  our  aid  ; 
The  God  who  built  the  fkies, 
And  earth's  foundation  s  laid. 
God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  we  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  ev'ry  hour. 
II. 
Our  feet  fhall  never  Aide, 
Nor  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 


PSALMS.  121 

Since  God,  our  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  us  from  our  fears. 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  fleep, 
Our  lives  fhall  keep, 
When  dangers  rife. 
III. 
No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  our  health  away, 
While  God  is  pleas'd  to  fpare  : 
The  fame  his  grace, 
The  fame  his  pow'r, 
At  ev'ry  hour, 
In  ev'ry  place. 
IV. 
Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 

To  fave  our  fouls  from  death  ? 
And  we  can  truft  thee,  Lord, 
To  keep  our  mortal  breath. 
We'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  us  home. 


122  PSALMS. 

Psalm  CXXII.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  Morning  of  the  Lord? s  Day. 

H.OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
Let  us  in  God's  own  houfe  appear, 
And  keep  the  folemn  day. 
II. 
I  choofe  the  path  his  faints  have  trod, 

And  go  to  feek  his  face  ; 
For  there  our  Father  and  our  God„ 
Reveals  his  wond'rous  grace. 
III. 
Up  to  his  courts  with  joys  unknown, 

His  fervants  fhall  repair, 
And  humbly  bow  before  his  throne 
In  thankfulnefs  and  pray'r. 
IV. 
Their  pray'rs  and  praifes  while  he  hears, 

His  kind  paternal  voice 
Difpels  the  contrite  fmner's  fears, 
And  bids  his  faints  rejoice. 
V. 
Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blefs'd  ! 


PSALMS.  123 

VI. 
My  foul  fhall  love  his  churches  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
Their  ftation  there  my  brethren  fill, 

And  there  my  Father  reigns. 

Psalm  CXXIV.     Common  Metre, 
Deliverance  from  Enemies. 

HAD  not  the  Loud,  we  now  may  fay, 

Been  pleas'd  to  interpofe, 
Had  he  not  then  efpous'd  our  caufe, 

When  men  againft  us  rofe, 
II. 
Their  wrath  had  fwallow'd  us  alive, 

And  rag'd  without  control  j 
Their  fpite  and  pride's  united  floods 

Had  quite  o'er  whelm' d  our  foul. 
III. 
But  prais'd  be  our  eternal  Lord, 

Who  refcu'd  us  that  day, 
Nor  to  their  favage  jaws  gave  up 

Our  threaten'd  lives  a  prey. 
IV. 
Our  foul  is  like  a  bird  efcap'd 

From  out  the  fowler's  net  ; 
The  fnare  is  broke,  their  hopes  are  crofs'd, 

And  we  at  freedom  fet. 


i24  PSALMS. 

v. 

Secure  in  his  almighty  name, 

Our  confidence  remains, 
Who,  as  he  made  both  heav'n  and  earth, 

Of  both  fole  monarch  reigns. 

Psalm  CXXV.     Common  Metre. 

The  Jujly  though  opprejfed  by  the  Wickedy 
Jh all  finally  be  happy. 

O  GOD,  the  fouls  that  truft  in  thee, 

Like  mountains  firm  fhall  ftand  \ 
Like  them  immoveable  be  fix'd 

By  thine  almighty  hand. 
II. 
The  wicked  may  afflict  the  juft, 

But  ne'er  too  long  opprefs, 
Nor  force  him  by  defpair  to  feek 

Bafe  means  for  his  redrefs. 
III. 
Be  good,  O  righteous  God,  to  thofe 

Who  righteous  deeds  affect  ; 
The  heart  that  innocence  retains, 

Let  innocence  protect. 
IV. 
All  thofe  who  walk  in  crooked  paths, 

The  Lord  fhall  foon  deftroy ; 
Cut  offth'  unjuft,  but  crown  the  faints 

With  lafting  peace  and  joy. 


PSALMS,  125 

Psalm  CXXVL     Long  Metre. 
Weeping  See 'd-time,  joyful  Harvejl. 

THE  darken'd  fky,  how  thick  it  low'rs  ! 
Troubled  with  ftorms,  and  big  with  fhow'rs  ; 
No  cheerful  gleam  of  light  appears, 
But  nature  pours  forth  all  her  tears. 

II. 
Yet,  let  the  fons  of  grace  revive  ; 
God  bids  the  foul  that  feeks  him  live  ; 
And  from  the  gloomieft  ihade  of  night 
Calls  forth  a  morning  of  delight. 

III. 
The  feeds  of  extacy  unknown 
Are  in  thefe  water' d  furrows  fown  ; 
See  the  green  blades,  how  thick  they  rife, 
And  with  frefh  verdure  blefs  our  eyes  ! 

IV. 
In  fecret  foldings  they  contain 
Unnumber'd  ears  of  gjolden  grain  ; 
And  heav'n  fhall  pour  its  beams  around, 
Till  the  ripe  harveft  load  the  ground. 

V. 
Then  fhall  the  trembling  mourner  come, 
And  bind  his  {heaves,  and  bear  them  home  ; 
The  voice  long  broke  with  fighs  fhall  fing, 
Till  heav'n  with  hallelujahs  ring  ! 
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126  PSALMS. 

Psalm  CXXVIL     Common  Metre. 
Succefs  from  God. 

WE  build  with  fruitlefs  coft,  unlefs 

The  Lord  the  pile  fuftain ; 
Unlefs  the  Lord  the  city  keep, 

The  watchman  wakes  in  vain. 
II. 
In  vain  we  rife  before  the  day, 

And  late  to  reft  repair, 
Allow  no  refpite  to  our  toil, 

And  eat  the  bread  of  care. 
III. 
Supplies  of  life,  with  eafe  to  them, 

He  on  his  faints  beftows  ; 
He  crowns  their  labour  with  fuccefs, 

Their  nights  with  found  repofe. 

Psalm  CXXX.     Short  Metre. 
The  pardoning  Mercy  of  God. 

FROM  loweft  depths  of  wo, 
To  God  I  fent  my  cry : 
Lord,  hear  my  fupplicating  voice* 
And  gracioufly  reply. 


PSALMS.  127 

II. 

Should' ft  thou  feverely  judge, 

Who  can  the  trial  bear  ? 
But  thou  forgiv'ft,  left  we  defpond, 

And  quite  renounce  thy  fear. 
III. 

My  foul  with  patience  waits 

For  thee,  the  living  Lord  ; 
My  hopes  are  on  thy  promife  built, 

Thy  never-failing  word, 
IV. 

My  longing  eyes  look  out 

For  thine  enliv'ning  ray, 
More  duly  than  the  morning  watck 

To  fpy  the  dawning  day. 
V. 

In  thee  I  truft,  my  God  ; 

No  bounds  thy  mercy  knows ; 
The  plenteous  fource  and  fpring  from  which 

Eternal  fuccour  flows : 
VI. 

Whofe  friendly  ftreams  to  us 

Supplies  in  want  convey  ; 
A  healing  fpring,  a  fpring  to  cleanfe, 

And  wafh  our  guilt  away. 


128  PSALM   S. 

Psalm  CXXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Humility  and  Content. 

I. 
IS  there  ambition  in  my  foul  ? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  a£t  a  haughty  part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
II. 
Drive  from  the  confines  of  my  heart 

Ail  difcontent  and  pride  ; 
Nor  let  me  in  erroneous  paths 

With  thoughtlefs  finners  glide. 
III. 
Whate'er  thine  all-difcerning  eye 

Sees  for  thy  creature  fit, 
I'll  blefs  the  good,  and  to  the  ill 

Contentedly  fubmit. 
IV. 
With  humble  pleafure  let  me  view 

The  profp'rous  and  the  great ; 
Malignant  envy  let  me  fly, 

And  odious  felf-conceit. 
V. 
Let  not  defpair  or  fell  revenge 

Be  to  my  bofom  known  ; 
O  give  me  tears  for  others'  wo, 

And  patience  for  my  own. 


PSALMS.  129 

vi. 
Feed  me  with  neceffary  food  ; 

I  afk  not  wealth  or  fame  ; 
But  give  me  eyes  to  view  thy  works, 

And  fenfe  to  praife  thy  name. 
VII. 
May  my  ftill  days  obfcurely  pafs 

Without  remorfe  or  care  ; 
And  let  me  for  the  parting  hour 

Inceffantly  prepare. 

Psalm  CXXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  Love. 

X1.0W  vaft  muft  their  advantage  be  ! 

How  great  their  pleafure  prove  ! 
Who  live  like  brethren,  and  confent 

In  offices  of  love  ! 
II. 
True  love  is  like  that  precious  oil 

Which,  pour'd  an  Aaron's  head, 
Ran  down  his  beard,  and  o'er  his  robes 

Its  coftly  moifture  fhed. 
Ill, 
'Tis  like  refrefhing  dew,  which  does 

On  Hermon's  top  diftil  ; 
Or  like  the  early  drops  that  fall 

On  Zion's  fruitful  hill. 


i5o  P  S   A   L  -M   S. 

lV. 
For  God  to  all,  whofe  friendly  hearts 

With  mutual  love  abound, 
Has  firmly  promis'd  length  of  days 

With  conftant  bleffings  crown'd. 

Psalm  CXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God. 

O  PRAISE  the  Lord  with  one  confent, 

And  magnify  his  name  ; 
Let  all  the  fervants  of  the  Lord 

His  worthy  praife  proclaim. 
II. 
Praife  him  all  ye  that  in  his  houfe 

Attend  with  conftant  care  j 
With  thofe  that  to  his  outmoft  courts 

With  humble  zeal  repair. 
III. 
For  this  our  trueft  int'reft  is, 

Glad  hymns  of  praife  to  fing  ; 
And  with  loud  fongs  to  blefs  his  name, 

A  mod  delightful  thing. 
IV. 
That  God  is  great,  we  often  have 

By  glad  experience  found  ; 
And  feen  how  he  with  wond'rous  pow'r 

Above  all  gods  is  crown'd. 


PSALM    S.  13X 

v. 
For  he  with  unrefifted  ftrength 

Performs  his  fov'reign  will, 
In  heav'n  and  earth,  and  wat'ry  flores 

That  earth's  deep  caverns  fill. 

Psalm  CXXXVI.     Hallelujah  Metre- 

Praife  to  God  for  the  Wonders  of  Creation 
and  Providence. 

1  O  God,  the  mighty  Lord, 
Your  joyful  thanks  repeat  ; 
To  him  due  praife  afford, 
As  good  as  he  is  great. 
For  God  does  prove 
Our  conftant  friend, 
His  boundlefs  love 
Shall  never  end. 
II. 
To  him  whofe  wond'rous  pow'r 

All  other  gods  obey, 
Whom  earthly  kings  adore, 
This  grateful  homage  pay.. 
For  God,  EsV. 
III. 
By  his  almighty  hand 

Amazing  works  are  wrought  ; 


j32  PSALMS. 

The  heav'ns  by  his  command 
Were  to  perfe&ion  brought. 
For  God,  EsV. 
IV. 
God  fpread  the  ocean  round 
About  the  fpacious  land  ; 
And  made  the  rifing  ground 
Above  the  waters  ftand. 
For  God,  Esta 
V. 
Through  heav'n  he  did  difplay 
His  num'rous  hofts  of  light  ; 
The  fun  to  rule  by  day, 

The  moon  and  ftars  by  night. 
For  God,  £sV. 
VI. 
He  does  the  food  fupply, 

On  which  all  creatures  live  : 
To  God,  who  reigns  on  high, 
Eternal  praifes  give. 

For  God  will  prove 
Our  conftant  friend, 
His  boundlefs  love 
Shall  never  end. 


PSALMS.  133 

Psalm  CXXXVI.     All  Sevens  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  the  f over eign  King. 

JX.AISE  your  voice,  and,  joyful,  fmg 
Praife  to  your  eternal  King  : 
For  his  mercies  far  extend, 
And  his  bounty  knows  no  end. 

II. 
Through  the  various  realms  of  earth, 
Praife  him,  all  of  human  birth  ; 
Honour  pay  to  heav'n's  high  Lord, 
And  his  wond'rous  deeds  record. 

III. 
Be  the  Lord  your  conftant  theme, 
Who  of  gods  is  God  fupreme  ; 
He  to  whom  all  lords  befide 
Bow  the  knee  and  veil  their  pride. 

IV. 
He,  whofe  wifdom,  thron'd  on  high, 
Built  t1  e  manfions  of  the  fky  ; 
And  the  orbs,  that  gild  the  pole, 
Bade  through  boundlefs  ether  roll  : 

V. 
He  who,  o'er  this  earthly  ball, 
Looks  with  equal  eye  on  all, 
And  to  ^v'ry  thing  that  lives 
Rich  fuj)plies  of  bleflings  gives  : 


134 


P  S   A   L   M  & 


VI. 

To  the  great  eternal  King, 

Raife  your  voice,  and,  joyful,  fmg  ; 

For  his  mercies  far  extend, 

And  his  bounty  knows  no  end. 

Psalm  CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
Rejloring  and preferving  Grace. 

WlTH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue, 
I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  ; 
While  holy  zeal  dire&s  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  Ikies. 

II. 
I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord  ; 
I'll  fing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  : 
Not  all  thy  works  and  ,names  below 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  mow. 

III. 
God  looks  on  haughty  finners  down, 
And  pride  mail  tremble  at  his  frown  : 
The  virtuous  poor  with  kindeft  eye 
He  views,  and  lifts  their  fouls  on  high* 

IV. 
Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 


P  S  A   L   M   S.  135 

v. 

Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  lave  from  for  rows  or  from  fins  : 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  FirftPart.  Long  Metre, 
The  all-feeing  God. 

I  HOUjLoRDjbyftricteflfearchhait  known 
My  rifing  up  and  lying  down  ; 
My  fecret  thoughts  are  known  to  thee, 
Known  long  before  conceiv'd  by  me, 

II. 
Thine  eye  my  bed  and  path  furveys, 
My  publick  haunts  and  private  ways  ; 
Thou  know'ftwhat  'tis  my  lips  would  vent, 
My  yet  unutter'd  words'  intent. 

III. 
Surrounded  by  thy  pow'r  I  ftand, 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand. 
G  fkillyfor  human  reach  too  high  ! 
Too  dazzling  bright  for  mortal  eye  ! 

IV. 
O  could  L  fo  perfidious  be, 
To  think  of  once  defertirig  thee  ! 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  influence  fhun  ? 
Or  whither  from  thy  prefence  run  ? 


136  PSALMS. 

v. 

For  fhould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fable  wings  of  night, 
Once  glance  from  thee,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

VI. 
The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 
No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes  : 
Through  midnight  fhades  thou  find'ft  thy 
As  in  the  blazing  noon  of  day.  [way, 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  Second  Part.  Com.  Met. 
God  the  Creator  of  Mankind. 

CxOD  of  our  lives,  whofe  bounteous  care 

Firfl  gave  us  pow'r  to  move  ; 
How  mail  our  thankful  hearts  declare 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  ? 
II. 
While  void  of  thought  and  fenfe  we  lay, 

Dull  of  our  parent  earth, 
Thy  breath  infonn'd  the  fleeping  clay, 

And  call'd  us  into  birth. 
III. 
From  thee  our  limbs  their  fafhion  took, 

And  ere  our  life  begun, 
Within  the  volume  of  thy  book 

Were  written  ev'ry  one. 


PSALMS.  137 

IV. 
Thine  eye  beheld  in  perfect  view 

The  yet  unfinifh'd  plan  ; 
Th'  imperfect  lines  thy  pencil  drew, 
And  form'd  the  future  man. 
V. 

0  may  this  frame,  which  riling  grew 
Beneath  thy  forming  hands, 

Be  ftudious  ever  to  purfue 
Whate'er  thy  will  commands. 

Psalm  CXXXIX.  Third  Part.  Long  Met. 
The  Mercies  of  God  innumerable, 

LETme  acknowledge,  O  my  God, 
That  fmce  this  maze  of  life  I  trod, 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount, 

II. 
Far  fooner  could  I  reckon  o'er" 
The  fands  upon  the  ocean's  more  : 
Each. morn  revifmg  what  I've  done, 

1  find  th'  account. but  new  begun. 

III. 
Search,  try,  O  God,  my  thoughts  and  heart5 
If  mifchief  lurks  in  any  part  : 
Correct  me  where  I  go  aftray,. 
And  guide  me  in  thy  perfecl  way. 
M  2 


138  PSALMS. 

Psalm  CXLI.     Common  Metre. 

Watchfulnefs  and  brotherly  Reproof, 

I. 
X O  thee,  O  Lord,  my  cries  afcend, 

O  hafte  to  my  relief  ; 
And  with  accuftom'd  pity  hear 
The  accents  of  my  grief. 
II. 
From  hafty  language  curb  my  tongue, 

And  let  a  conftant  guard 
Still  keep  the  portal  of  my  lips, 
With  wary  filence  barr'd. 
III. 
From  wicked  men's  defigns  and  deeds 

My  heart  and  hands  reftrain  ; 
Nor  let  me  in  the  booty  mare 
Of  their  unrighteous  gain. 
IV. 
Let  upright  men  reprove  my  faults, 

And  I  mall  think  them  kind  ; 
Like  balm  that  heals  a  wounded  head, 
I  their  reproof  mail  find  ; 
V. 
And  in  return,  my  fervent  pray'r 

I  fhall  for  them  addrefs, 
When  they  are  tempted  and  reduc'd, 
Like  me,  to  fore  diftrefs. 


PSALMS.  139 

Psalm  CXLIIL     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  for  divine  Direclion. 

I. 
LORD,  hear  my  pray'r,  and  to  my  cry 

Thy  wonted  audience  lend  ; 
In  thine  accuflom'd  faith  and  truth 

A  gracious  anfwer  fend. 
II. 
Nor  at  thy  ftricT:  tribunal  bring 

Thy  fervant  to  be  tried  ; 
For  in  thy  fight  no  living  man 

Can  e'er  be  juftify'd. 
III. 
Thou  art  my  God,  thy  righteous  will 

Inftru£t  me  to  obey  ; 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  lead  and  keep 

My  foul  in  thy  right  way. 
IV. 
O  for  the  fake  of  thy  great  name 

Revive  my  drooping  heart  ; 
For  thy  truth's  fake,  to  me  diftrefs'd, 

Thy  promis'd  aid  impart. 

Psalm  CXLIV.     Long  Metre. 
Peace  and  Plenty. 

OUR  fons  like  lofty  trees  fhall  grow, 
Well  plantedTtn  fome  fruitful  place ; 


14-0 


P  S   A   L   M   S, 


Our  daughters  mail  like  pillars  (how, 
Defign'd  fome  royal  court  to  grace,. 
II. 

Our  garners  fill'd  with  various  ftore, 
Shall  us  and  ours  with  plenty  feed  ; 

Our  fheep,  increafing  more  and  more, 
Shall  thoufands  and  ten  thoufands  breed. 

III:. 

Strong  fhall  our  lab'ring  oxen  grow, 
Nor  in  their  conftant  labour  faint ; 

Whilft  we  no  war  nor  flav'ry  know, 
And  in  our  ftreets  hear  no  complaint.. 

iv. 

Thrice  happy  is  that  people's  cafe, 
Wnofe  various  bleffings  thus  abound  ; 

Who  God's  true  worfhip  ftill  embrace, 
And  are  with  his  prote&ion  crown'd. 

Psalm  CXLV.     FirftPart.    Com.  Metre. 
The  Greatnefs  of  God. 

I. 
1HEE  I'll  extol,  my  God  and  King, 

Thy  endlefs  praife  proclaim  : 
This  tribute  daily  I  will  bring, 
And  ever  blefs  thy  name. . 
IT. 
Thou,  Lord,  beyond  compare  art  great, 
And  highly  to  be  prais'd  ; 


PSALMS.  141 

Thy  majefty,  with  boundlefs  height, 

Above  our  knowledge  rais'd. 
III. 
Renown'd  for  mighty  ads,  thy  fame 

To  future  times  extends ; 
From  age  to  age  thy  glorious  name 

Succeffively  defcends. 
IV. 
Whilft  I  thy  glory  and  renown, 

And  wond'rous  works  exprefs, 
The  world  with  me  thy  might  fhall  own. 

And  thy  great  pow'r  confefs. 
V. 
Thy  glorious  works  of  ancient  date, 

Shall  thus  to  all  be  known  ; 
And  thus  thy  kingdom's  royal  Hate, 

With  publick  fplendour  ihown. 
VI. 
Thy  fteadfaft  throne,  from  changes  free. 

Shall  ftand  for  ever  faft  ; 
Thy  boundlefs  fway  no  end  fhall  fee 

But  time  itfelf  outlaft. 

Psalm  CXLV.   Second  Part.   Com.  Metre, 
The  Goodnefs  of  God, 

iHELoRDis  good  ;  frefh  ads  of  grace 
His  pity  ftill  fupplies  ; 


142  PSALM   S. 

His  anger  moves  with  floweft  pace, 

His  willing  mercy  flies. 
II. 
The  Lord  does  them  fupport  that  fall,. 

And  makes  the  proftrate  rife  ; 
For  his  kind  aid  all  creatures  call, 

Who  timely  food  fupplies. 
III. 
Whate'er  their  various  wants  require^ 

With  open  hand  he  gives  ; 
And  fo  fulfils  the  juft  defire 

Of  ev'ry  thing  that  lives. 
IV. 
How  holy  is  the  Lord,  how  juft  ! 

How  righteous  all  his  ways  ! 
How  nigh  to  him,  who  with  firm  truft 

For  his  afiiftanee  prays  ! 
V. 
He  grants  the  full  defires  of  thofe 

Who  him  with  fear  adore  ; 
And  will  their  troubles  foon  compofe, 

When  they  his  aid  implore. 
VI. 
My  time  to  come,  in  praifes  fpent, 

Shall  ftill  advance  his  fame  ; 
And  all  mankind  with  one  confent 

For  ever  blefs  his  name* 


PSALMS.  x43 

Psalm  CXLVI.     Common  Metre. 
The  Companion  cf  God  to   the  poor  and  af- 
jiiBed. 

I  HE  Lord,  who  made  both  heav'n  and 
And  all  that  they  contain,  [earth. 

Will  never  quit  his  fteadfaft  truth, 
Nor  make  his  promife  vain. 
II. 
The  poor  opprefs'd,  from  all  their  wrongs 

Are  eas'd  by  his  decree ; 
He  gives  the  hungry  needful  food, 
And  fets  the  prisoners  free. 
III. 
By  him  the  blind  receive  their  fight, 

The  weak  and  fall'n  he  rears  ; 
With  kind  regard  and  tender  love 
He  for  the  righteous  cares. 
IV. 
The  ftrangers  he  preferves  from  harm, 

The  orphan  kindly  treats, 
Defends  the  widow,,  and  the  wiles 
Of  wicked  men  defeats. 

Psalm  CXLVII.     Common  Metre. 

Winter  and  Spring. 

r-pi  I. 

I  O  God,  the  Lord,  a  hymn  of  praife 
With  grateful  voices  fing ; 


144  PSALMS. 

To  fongs  of  triumph  tune  the  harp, 
And  ftrike  each  warbling  firing. 
II. 
He  covers  heav  n  with  clouds,  and  thence 

Refrefhing  rain  beftows  : 
Through  him,  on  mountain-tops,  the  grais 
With  wond'rous  plenty  grows. 
III. 
Through  all  our  borders  he  gives  peace, 

With  fineft  wheat  we're  fed  ; 
He  fpeaks  the  word,  and  what  he  wills, 
Is  done  as  foon  as  faid. 
IV. 
Large  flakes  of  fnow,like  fleecy  wool, 

Defcend  at  his  command  ; 
And  hoary  froft,  like  afhes  fpread, 
Is  fcatter'd  o'er  the  land. 
V. 
When  join'd  to  thefe,he  does  his  hail 

In  little  morfels  break, 
Who  can  againft  his  piercing  cold 
Secure  defences  make  ? 
VI. 
He  fends  his  word,  which  melts  the  ice  ; 

He  makes  his  wind  to  blow, 
And  foon  the  ftreams,  congeal' d  before, 
In  plenteous  currents  flow. 


PSALMS.  i45 

Psalm  CXLVIII.     Common  Metre. 
All  Nature  invoked  to  praife  the  Creator. 

a  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choir, 

That  fill  the  realms  above  ; 
Praife  him,  who  form'd  you  of  his  fire, 
And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 
II. 
Shine  to  his  praife,  ye  cryftal  ikies, 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  fhades  your  thoufand  eyes 
Before  your  brighter  God. 
III. 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  furging  feas, 

In  your  eternal  roar  ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  refound  his  praife, 
And  Ihore  reply  to  fhore. 
IV. 
Thunder  and  hail,  and  fires  and  ftorms, 

The  troops  of  his  cojnmand, 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  fpeak  his  awful  hand. 
V. 
Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 

To  him  who  bids  you  grow  ; 
Sweet  clufters,  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  ev'ry  thankful  bough. 
N 


146  PSALMS. 

VI. 
Thus,  while  the  meaner  creatures  fing, 

Ye  mortals  catch  the  found  ; 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  King 

Through  all  the  nations  round. 

Psalm  CXLVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Sun,  Moon,  and  Stars,  praife  the  Lord. 

—  L 

FAIREST  of  all  the  lights  above, 

Thou  fun,whofe  beams  adorn  the  fpheres, 
And  with  unwearied  fwiftnefs  move, 

To  form  the  circles  of  our  years  : 
IL 
Praife  the  Creator  of  the  fkies, 

Who  drefs'd  thine  orb  in  golden  rays  : 
Or  may  the  fun  forget  to  rife, 

If  he  forget  his  Maker's  praife. 
III. 
Thou  reigning  beauty  of  the  night, 

Fair  queen  of  filence,  filver  moon, 
Whofe  gentle  beams  and  borrow'd  light 

Are  fofter  rivals  of  the  noon  ; 
IV. 
Arife,  and  to  that  fov' reign  pow'r 

Waxing  and  waning  honours  pay, 
Who  bade  thee  rule  the  dufky  hour, 

And  half  fupply  the  abfent  day. 


PSALMS.  147 

v. 

Ye  ftars  that  gild  the  ev'ning  fky, 

And  cheer  the  gloomy  face  of  night ; 
Praife  him  who  plac'd  your  orbs  on  high. 

And  out  of  darknefs  call'd  up  light. 
VI. 
O  God  of  glory,  God  of  love, 

Thou  art  the  fun  that  makes  our  days  : 
With  all  thy  mining  works  above, 

Let  men  attempt  to  fing  thy  praife. 

Psalm  CXLVIII.     Short  Metre, 
Univerfal  Praife. 

l_wET  ev'ry  creature  join 

Jehovah's  name  to  praife  ; 
Ye  angels,  all  your  pow'rs  combine 

The  nobleft  fong  to  raife. 
II. 

Thou  fun,  with  fplendour  bright^ 

And  moon,  with  paler  ray, 
Ye  diftant  ftars  of  twinkling  light, 

Your  Maker's  praife  difplay. 
III. 

He  built  the  worlds  above, 

And  gave  to  each  its  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 

And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 


148  PSALMS. 

IV. 

Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs,  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  fkies, 

His  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 
V. 

Wind,  hail,  and  fiafhing  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  dorms  confpire 

To  execute  his  word. 
VI. 

By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd  ; 
But  they  who  know  his  wond'rous  love, 

Should  fing  his  piaifcs  beft. 

Psalm  CXLVIII.     Six  Line  Metre. 

Univerfal  Praife. 
I. 
BEGIN,  my  foul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey  ; 
And  praife  th'  Almighty's  name  : 
Lo  !  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas,  and  fkies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rife 
To  fwell  th1  infpiring  theme. 
II. 
Thou,  heav'n  of  heav'ns,  his  vaft  abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker  God, 
Ye  thunders,  fpeak  his  pow'r  ; 


PSALMS.  149 

Lo  I  on  the  lightning's  gleamy  wing 
In  triumph  walks  th'  eternal  King  ; 

Th'  aftonifh'd  worlds  adore. 
III. 
Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rife, 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  ikies, 

Praife  him  who  bids  you  roll  ; 
His  praife  in  fofter  notes  declare, 
Each  whifp'ring  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  foul. 
IV, 
Wake,  all  ye  foaring  throngs,  and  fing, 
Ye  cheerful  warblers  of  the  fpring  ; 

Harmonious  anthems  raife 
To  him  who  fhap'd  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipp'd  your  glitt'ring  wings  with  gold, 

And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praife. 
V. 
Let  man,  by  nobler  paflons  fway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heav'nly  praife  employ  ; 
Spread  the  Creator's  name  around, 
Till  heav'n's  broad' arch  ring  back  the  found* 

The  gen'ral  burft  of  joy. 

N2 


ISO  PSALMS. 

Psalm  CXLVIII.     Hallelujah  Metre. 
Univerfal  Praife. 

x  E  boundlefs  realms  of  joy, 
Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
His  praife  your  fong  employ 
Above  the  ftarry  frame  ; 
Your  voices  raife, 
Ye  cherubim 
x^nd  feraphim, 
To  fing  his  praife. 
II. 
Thou  moon  that  rul'll  the  night, 
And  fun  that  guid'ft  the  day, 
Ye  glitt'ring  ftars  of  light, 
To  him  your  homage  pay  : 
His  praife  declare, 
Ye  heav'ns  above, 
And  clouds  that  move 
In  liquid  air. 
III. 
Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 

And  praife  his  holy  name, 
By  whofe  almighty  word 

They  all  from  nothing  came  : 
And  all  fhall  laft 
From  changes  free  : 
His  firm  decree 
Stands  ever  faft. 


PSALMS.  151 

IV. 
United  zeal  be  fhown, 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raife, 
Whofe  glorious  name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 
Earth's  utmoft  ends 
His  pow'r  obey  : 
His  glorious  fway 
The  Iky  tranfcends. 

Psalm  CXLIX.     Eighth  Metre. 
Thankf giving. 

O  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord, 

Prepare  a  new  fong, 
And  let  all  his  faints 

In  full  concert  join  ; 
With  voices  united 

The  anthem  prolong, 
And  fhow  forth  his  honours 

In  mufick  divine. 

II. 
Let  praife  to  the  Lord 

Who  made  us  afcend  ; 
Let  each  grateful  heart 

Exult  in  its  King  ; 
For  God  whom  we  worfhip 

Our  fongs  will  attend, 


i52  PSALM   S. 

And  view  with  complacence 

The  offYing  we  bring. 
III.  * 
Be  joyful,  ye  faints, 

Suftain'd  by  his  might, 
And  let  your  glad  fongs 

Awake  with  each  morn  ; 
For  thofe  who  obey  him 

Are  ftill  his  delight  ; 
His  hand  with  falvation 

The  meek  will  adorn. 
IV. 
Then  praife  ye  the  Lord, 

Prepare  a  glad  fong, 
And  let  all  his  faints 

In  full  concert  join  ; 
With  voices  united 

The  anthem  prolong, 
And  fhow  forth  his  honours 

In  mufick  divine. 

Psalm  CL.      Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God. 

O  PRAISE  the  Lord  in  that  bleft  place, 
From  whence  his  goodnefs  largely  flows  : 

Praife  him  in  heav'n,  where  he  his  face 
Unveil'd  in  perfect  glory  fhows. 


PSALMS.  153 

IL 
Praife  him  for  all  the  mighty  a£ts, 

Which  he  in  our  behalf  has  done  ; 
His  kindnefs  this  return  exacts, 

With  which  our  praife  fhould  equal  rim, 
III. 
Let  the  fhrill  trumpet's  warlike  voice 

Make  rocks  and  hills  his  praife  rebound  5 
Praife  him  with  harps'  melodious  noife, 

And  gentle  pfalt'ry's  filver  found. 
°    IV. 
Let  virgin  troops  foft  timbrels  bring, 

And  fome  with  graceful  motion  dance  ; 
Let  inftruments  of  various  firing, 

With  organs  join'd,  his  praife  advance. 
V. 
Let  them  who  joyful  hymns  compofe, 

To  cymbals  fet  their  fongs  of  praife  ; 
Cymbals  of  common  ufe,  and  thofe 

That  loudly  found  on  folemn  days. 
VI. 
Let  all,  that  vital  breath  enjoy, 

The  breath  he  does  to  them  afford, 
In  juft  returns  of  praife  employ  : 

Let  ev'ry  creature  praife  the  Lord. 


i54  PSALM  S. 

Psalm  CL.     All  Sevens  Metre. 

Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

I. 
PRAISE,  O  praife  the  name  divine, 
Praife  him  at  the  hallo w'd  fhrine  5. 
Let  the  firmament  on  high 
To  its  Maker's  praife  reply. 

IT. 
Let  his  ads  and  pow'r  fupreme 
To  your  fongs  fuggeft  a  theme  ; 
Be  the  harp  no  longer  mute, 
Sound  the  trumpet,  touch  the  lute; 

III. 
Let  the  organ  in  his  praife 
Learn  its  loudeft  note  to  raife, 
And  the  cymbal's  varying  found- 
From  the  vaulted  roof  rebound.- 

IV. 
All  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 
In  his  praife  that  breath  employ. 
And  in  one  great  chorus  join  ; 
Praife,  O  praife  the  name  divine. 


H     Y     M     N     S. 


Hymn  I.     Common  Metre, 
The  eternal  Dominion  of  God. 

uEAT  G°d'  h°W  infinIte  art  thou 
How  frail  and  weak  are  we  ! 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Ere  earth  or  heav'n  were  made  r 

Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

Lt  IIL 

Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
Stands  prefent  in  thy  view  ; 

ro  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears  ; 
Great  God  .!  there's  nothing  new. 


I56  HYMNS. 

Our  lives  through  vlrying  fcenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 

Thine  undifturb'd  affairs. 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

How  frail  and  weak  are  we  . 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
'  And  pay  their  praife  to  thee. 

Hymn  II.     Common  Metre. 

the  Power  of  God. 

'TWASGodwhoform'dtherollingfpheres, 

And  ftretch'd  the  boundlefs  flues  ; 
Who  fix'd  the  plan  of  endlefs  years, 
And  bade  the  ages  rife. 

From  everlafting  is  his  might ; 

Immenfe  and  unconnn  a  : 
He  pierces  through  the  realms  of  hght, 

And  rides  upon  tbe  wind. 
III. 
He  bids,  and  nature's  wheels  Hand  ftill, 

And  leave  their  wonted  round  ■ 
The  mountains  melt  ;  each  trembling  h.U 

Forfakes  its  ancient  bound. 


HYMNS.  157 

IV. 

His  mighty  voice  in  thunder  fpeaks, 

And  rends  the  vaulted  fky  ; 
Through  the  dark  clouds  the  lightning  breaks, 

And  tells  the  Godhead  nigh. 
V. 
Ye  worlds,  and  ev'ry  living  thing, 

Fulfil  his  high  command  ; 
Mortals,  pay  homage  to  your  King, 

And  own  his  ruling  hand. 

Hymn  III.    -Common  Metre. 
To  God  the  Creator. 

(jrREAT  firft  of  beings  !   mighty  Lore 

Of  all  this  wond'rous  frame  ! 
Produc'd  by  thy  creating  word, 

The  world  from  nothing  came. 
II. 
Thy  voice  fent  forth  the  high  command  ; 

'Twas  inftantly  obey'd  : 
And  through  thy  goodnefs  all  things  ftand, 

Which  by  thy  pow'r  were  made. 
III. 
Thy  glories  ihine  throughout  the  whole, 

Each  part  reflects  thy  light : 
For  thee,  in  courfe  the  planets  roll, 

And  day  fucceeds  the  night. 
O 


158  HYMN   .§. 

IV. 
For  thee,  the  fun  difperfesheat 

And  beams  of  cheering  day  : 
The.diftant  ftars,  in  order  fet, 

By  night  thy  pow'r  difplay. 

For  thee,/the  earth  its  produce  yields; 

For  thee,  the  waters  flow  : 
And  various  plants  adorn  the  fields, 

And  trees  afpiring  grow. 
VI. 
Infpir'd.with  praife,  our  minds  purfuc 

This  wife  and  noble  end  ; 
And  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 

Shall  to  thine  hono.ur  tend. 

Hymn  IV.     Common  Metre. 
The  Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

I. 
We  fing  th'  almighty  pow'r  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rife, 
That  fpread  the  flowing  fe as  abroad , 

And  built  the  lofty  ikies. 
II. 
We  fing  the  wifdom  that  ordain1  d 

The  fun  to  rule  the  day  ; 
The  moon  fhines  full  at  his  command, 

And  all  the  ftars  obey. 


HYMNS.  159 

III; 

We  fing  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 

That  fill' d  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  form'd  the  creatures  by  his  word, 

And  then  prcnoune'd  them  good. 
IV. 
Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  difplay'd, 

Where'er 'we  turn  our  eye  -, 
If  we  furvey  the  ground  we  tread-, 

Or  gaze  upon  the  iky  ! 
V. 
There's  not  a  plant  or  flow'r  below. 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arife^and  tempefts  blow, 

By  order  from  thy  throne. 
VI. 
Thy  hand  is  our  perpetual  guard  ; 

Thou  keep'ft  us  with  thine  eye  : 
Why  fliould  we  then  forget  thee,  Lor£5 

Who  art  for  ever  nigh  I 

Hymn  V.     Common  Metre, 
The  God  of  Nat?ire   worfhipped. 

XlAIL  King  fupreme  !  all  wife  and  good, 
To  thee  our  thoughts  we  raife  ; 

While  nature's  beauties  wide  difplay'd, 
Infpire  our  fouls  with  praife. 


i6o  HYMNS. 

II. 

At  morning,  noon,  and  ev'ning  mild, 

Thy  works  engage  our  view  ; 
Oft  as  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult 
With  tranfports  ever  new. 
III. 
Thy  glory  beams  in  evVy  ftar,    • 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night  ; 
And  decks  the  rifmg  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheering  light. 
IV. 
The  funny  hill,  the  dewy  lawn, 

With  thoufand  beauties  fhine  ; 
The  filent  grove,  and  awful  fhade 
Proclaim  thy  pow'r  divine. 
V. 
From  tree  to  tree,  a  conftant  hymn 

Employs  the  feather' d  throng  ; 
To  thee  their  cheerful  notes  they  fwell, 
And  chant  their  grateful  fong. 
VI. 
Great  nature's  God  !  ftill  may  thefe  fcenes 

Our  ferious  hours  engage  ; 
Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  confult 
Thy  works'  inftru£tive  page. 


HYMNS.  161 

Hymn  VL     Common  Metre. 
All  the  Works   of  God  praife  him. 

ETERNAL  Wifdom  !  thee  we  praife, 

Thee  the  creation  fings  ; 
With  thy-  great  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  feas, 

And  heav'n's  high  palace  rings. 
II. 
Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  fpreads  the  fky  ,r 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heav'nly  die, 

And  ftarr'd  with  fparkling  gold. 
III. 
There  thou  haft  bid  the  globes  of  light 

Their  endlefs  circles  run  ; 
There,  the  pale  planet  rules  the  night, 

And  day  obeys  the  fun. 
IV. 
If  down  I  turn  my  wond'ring  eyes 

On  clouds  and  ftorms  below, 
Thofe  under  regions  of  the  ikies 

Thy  num'rous  glories  fhow. 
V. 
The  noify  winds  ftand  ready  there 

Thy  orders  to  obey  ; 
With  founding  wings  they  fweep  the  air, 

To  make  thy  chariot  way. 

O   2 


162  HYMNS. 

VI. 
There  like  a  trumpet,  loud  and  ftrong, 

Thy  thunder  fhakes  our  coaft  ; 
While  the  red  lightnings  wave  along, 

The  banners  of  thy  hoft. 
VII. 
The  rolling  mountains  of  the  deep 

Obferve  thy  ftrong  command  ; 
Thy  breath  can  raife  the  billows  fteep, 

Or  fmk  them  to  the  fand. 
VIII. 
Infinite  ftrength  and  equal  fkill 

Shine  through  thy  works  abroad, 
Our  fouls  with  vaft  amazement  fill, 

And  fpeak  the  builder  God. 

Hymn  VII.     Common  Metre. 
Tbe  Goodnefs  of  God. 

I. 
LORD,  thou  art  good  ;  all  nature  fhows 

Its  mighty  Maker  kind  ; 
Thy  bounty  through  creation  flows, 

Full,  free,  and  unconfin'd. 
II. 
Whate'er  our  eyes  behold,  proclaims 

Thine  infinite  good  will  ; 
It  fnines  in  ftars,  and  flows  in  ftreams, 

And  burfts  from  ev'ry  hill. 


HYMN    S.  163 

in. 

It  fpreads  through  all  the  fpacious  main, 

And  through  the  heav'ns  more  wide  ; 
It  drops  in  gentle  ihow'rs  of  rain, 

And  rolls  in  ev'ry  tide. 
IV. 
Long  has  it  been  diffused  abroad, 

Through  years  and  ages  paft  ; 
And  its  rich  ftor.es,  all  bounteous  God, 

For  ever  ftill  mall  laft. 
V. 
Through  the  vaft  whole  it  pours  fupplies, 

Spreads  joy  through  ev'ry  part : 
Lord,  let  fuch  love  attract  mine  eyes, 

And  captivate  my  heart. 
VI. 
High  admiration  let  it  raife, 

And  kind  affections  move  ; 
Employ  my  tongue  in  fongs  of  praife, 

And  fill  my  foul  with  love. 

Hymn  VIII.     Common  Metre. 
Grptitude  to  God.       Part  I. 

\V  HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rifing  foul  furveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  loft 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praife. 


i64  K    Y    M    N'  S> 

IT. 
O  how  mail  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  within  my  ravifh'd  heart  I 

But  thou  canft  read  it  there. 
III. 
Thy  providence  my  life  fuftain'd, 

And  all  my  wants  redrefs'd, 
When  in  the  filent  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung  upon  the  breaft. 
IV. 
To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'cl 

To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 
V. 
Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  foul 

Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 

From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd; 
VI. 
When  in  the  flipp'ry  paths  of  youth 

With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unfcen  convey'd  me  fafe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 
VII. 
Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 

It  gently  clear' d  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleafing  ihares  of  vice, 

More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 


HYMNS.  165 

Hymn  IX.     Common  Metre. 
Gratitude  to  God.      Part  II. 

WHEN  worn  with  ficknefs,  oft  haft  thou 

With  health  renew' d  my  face  ; 
And  when  in  fin  and  forrow  funk, 

Reviv'd  my  foul  with  grace. 
II. 
Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  blifs 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er  ; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 

Has  doubled  all  my  ftore. 
III. 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  leaft  a  cheerful  heart, 

That  taftes  thofe  gifts  with  joy. 
IV. 
Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life. 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  diftant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 
V. 
When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  fhall  adore. 


1 66  HYMN    S. 

VI. 

Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  long  I'll  raife  ; 
For  O  !  eternity  alone 

Can  utter  all  thy  praifa*- 

Hymn  X.     Common  Metre. 
Preferving  Goodnefs  acknowledged. 

HOW  are  thy  fervants  blefs'd,  O  Lord  ! 

How  fure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  wifdom  is  their  guide  ; 

Their  help,  omnipotence. 

In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pafs  unhurt, 

And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

m. 

Thy  mercy  fweetens  ev'ry  toil, 

Makes  ev'ry  region  pleafe  ; 
The  hoary  frozen  hills  it  warms, 

And  fmooths  the  boifVrous  feas. 
IV. 
When  by  the  dreadful  tempeft  borne, 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  flow  to  hearr 

Nor  impotent  to  lave. 


HYMN    S  167 

y. 

The  florin  is  laid,  the  winds  retire 

Obedient  to  thy  will  ; 
The  fea  that  roars  at  thy  command^ 

At  thy  command  is  ft  ill. 
VI. 
in  midft  of  dangers,  fears,  and  death, 

Thy  goodnefs  we'll  adore  ; 
And  praife  thee  for  thy  mercies  paft, 

And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

Hymn  XL     Common  Metre* 
In  a  Tbundef  Storm, 

jLET  coward  guilt,  with  pallid  fear, 

To  fhelt'ring  caverns  fly, 
And  juftly  dread  the  vengeful  fate, 

Which  thunders  through  the  fky. 
II. 
Protected  by  that  hand,  whofe  law 

The  threatening  florins  obey, 
Intrepid  virtue  fmiles  fecure, 

As  in  the  blaze  of  day. 
III. 
In. the  thick  cloud's  tremendous  gloon^ 

The  lightning's  difmal  glare, 
It  views  the  fame  all- gracious  pow'r, 

That  breathes  the  vernal  air, 


168  HYMNS. 

IV. 
Through  nature's  ever  varying  fcene, 

By  different  ways  purfu'd, 
The  one  eternal  end  of  heav'n 

Is  univerfal  good. 

V. 
With  like  beneficent  effecT:, 

O'er  flaming  ether  glows, 
As  when  it  tunes  the_  linnet's  voice, 

Or  blufhes  in  the  rofe, 
VI. 
When  through  creation's  vaft  expanfe 

The  laft  dread  thunders  roll, 
Untune  the  concord  of  the  fpheres, 

And  fhake  the  guilty  foul, 
VII. 
Unmov'd,  may  we  the  final  florin 

Of  jarring  worlds  furvey, 
That  ufhers  in  the  glad  ferene 

Of  everlafting  day ! 

Hymn  XII.     Common  Metre. 
Habitual  Devotion. 

WHILE  thee  I  feek,  protecting  Pow'r  ! 

Be  my  vain  wifhes  ftill'd  ; 
And  may  this  confecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 


HYMNS.  169 

II. 
Thy  love  the  pow'rs  of  thought  beftow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  foar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd, 
*   That  mercy  I  adore. 
III. 
In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  fee  ; 
Each  bleffing  to  my  foul  more  dear, 

Becaufe  conferr'd  by  thee. 
IV. 
In  ev'ry  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  ev'ry  pain  I  bear, 
Mv  heart  fhaJl  find  delight  in  praife, 

Or  feek  relief  in  pray'r. 
V. 
When  gladnefs  wings  my  favour'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  fhall  fill ; 
Refign'd,  when  ftorms  of  forrow  lcw'r, 

My  foul  fhall  meet  thy  will. 
VI. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear 

Each  changing  fcene  fhall  fee  ; 
My  fteadfaft  heart  fhall  know  no  fear, 

That  heart  fhall  reft  on  thee. 

P 


170  HYMNS. 

Hymn  XIII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  through  all  the  Changes  of  Life, 

FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love 
^  My  Father  and  my  God  ; 
Til  fing  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  praife  abroad.  ' 
II. 
My  foul,  in  pleafing  wonder  loft, 

Thy  various  love  furveys  ; 
Where  {hall  my  grateful  lips  begin., 
Or  where  conclude  thy  praife  ?  * 

r        i  IIL 

In  ev  ry  period  of  my  life 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  appear  ; 

Thy  mercies  gild  each  tranfient  fcene, 

And  crown  each  lengthening  year/ 

In  all  thefe  mercies- may  my  foul 

A  father's  bounty  fee  ; 
Nor  let  the  gifts  thy  grace  bellows 

Eftrange  my  heart  from  thee. 

Teach  me  in  time  of  deep  diftrefs 

To  own  thy  hand,  my  God  ; 
And  in  fubmiffive  filcnce  hear 

The  leflbns  of  thy  rod. 


HYMNS.  i?r 

VI. 

In  ev'ry  changing  ftate  of  life, 

Each  bright,  each  gloomy  fcene, 
Give  me  a  meek  and  humble  mind, 

Still  equal  and  ferene. 
VII. 
Then  will  I  clofe  my  eyes  in  death, 

Free  from  diftreffing  fear  ; 
For  death  itfelf  is  life,  my  God, 

If  thou  art  with  me  th^re. 

Hymn  XIV.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to   God  in  Life  and  Death. 

MY  foul  fhall  praife  thee,  O  my  God, 

Through  all  my  mortal  days  ; 
And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vaft,  thy  boundlefs  praife. 
II. 
In  ev'ry  fmiling,  happy  hour, 

Be  this  my  fweet  employ  ; 
Thy  praife  refines  my  earthly  blifs, 

And  heightens  all  my  joy. 

When  gloomy  care  and  keen  diftrefs 

Afflict  my  throbbing  breaft, 
My  tongue  fhall  learn  to  fpeak  thy  praife, 

And  lull  each  pain  to  reft. 


i72  HYMNS. 

IV. 
Nor  fhall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honours  of  my  God  ; 
My  life  with  all  its  active  pow'rs 

Shall  fpread  thy  praife  abroad. 

And  when  thefe  lips  mail  ceafe  to  move, 

When  death  fliall  clofe  thefe  eyes, 
Then  fliall  my  foul  to  nobler  heights 

Of  joy  and  tranfport  rife. 
VI. 
Then  {hall  her  pow'rs,  in  endlefs  (trains, 

Their  grateful  tribute  pay  ; 
The  theme  demands  a  nobler  fong, 

And  an  eternal  day. 

Hymn  XV.     Common  Metre. 

Providence. 

I. 

GOD  moves  in  a  myfterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footfteps  in  the  fea, 

And  rides  upon  the  ftorm. 
II. 
Deep,  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  Ikill, 
He  treafures  up  his  great  defigns, 

And  works  his  fov'reign  will. 


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ill. 
Ye  fearful  faints,  frefh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  fo  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 

In  bleffings  on  your  head. 
IV. 
Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe, 

But  truft  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  fmiling  face. 
V. 
His  purpofes  will  ripen  faft, 

Each  hour  their  progrefs  fee  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte, 

But  fweet  the  fruit  will  be. 
VI. 
Blind  unbelief  is  fure  to  err, 

And  fcan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

Hym*t  XVI.     Common  Metre. 
"The  divine  Blejjing  Implored. 

AUTHOR  of  good,  we  reft  on  thee  : 

Thine  ever  watchful  eye 
Alone  our  real  wants  can  fee, 

Thy  hand  alone  fupply, 

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II. 
In  thine  all  gracious  providence 

Our  cheerful  hopes  confide  ; 
O  let  thy  pow'r  be  our  defence, 

Thy  love  our  footfteps  guide. 
III. 
And  fince  by  paffion's  force  fubdued, 

Too  oft  with  ftubborn  will, 
We  blindly  fhun  the  latent  good, 

And  grafp  the  fpecious  ill  ; 
IV. 
Not  what  we  wifh,  but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  ftill  fupply  : 
The  good  unafVd,  O  Father,  grant ; 

The  ill,  though  afk'd,  deny. 

Hymn  XVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Univerfal  Prayer.. 

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FATHER  of  all  !  in  ev'ry  age, 

In  ev'ry  clime  ador'd, 
By  faint,  by  favage,  and  by  fage, 

The  univerfal  Lord. 
II. 
What  confcience  di&ates  to  be  done, 

Or  warns  me  not  to  do, 
This,  teach  me  more  than  death  to  fhun, 

That,  mere  than  life  purfue. 


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in. 
If  I  am  right,  thy  grace  impart, 

Still  in  the  right  to  flay  ; 
If  I  am  wrong,  O  teach  my  heart 

To  find  that  better  way* 
IV. 
Save  me  alike  from  foolifli  pride, 

Or  impious  difcontent, 
At  aught  thy  wifdom  has  deny'd, 

Or  aught  thy  goodnefs  lent. 
V. 
Teach  me  to  feel  another's  wo, 

To  hide  the  fault  I  fee  ; 
That  mercy  I  to  others  fhow, 

That  mercy  fhow  to  me. 
VI. 
To  thee,  whofe  temple  is  all  fpace, 

Whofe  altar,  earth,  fea,  Ikies, 
One  chorus  let  all  beings  raife, 

All  nature's  incenfe  rife. 

Hymn  XVIII.     Long  Metre, 
The  tncomprehenfible  God. 

VjAN  creatures  to  perfection  find 
Th'  eternal  uncreated  mind  ? 
Or  can  the  largeft  ftretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  iearch  his  nature  out 


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ir. 
'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell  ; 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 

III. 
God  is  a  king  of  pow'r  unknown  ; 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  : 
If  he  refolve,  who  dare  oppofe  ? 
Or  afk  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ? 

IV. 
He  frowns  ;  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon  ; 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  ; 
The  pillars  of  heav'n' s  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 

V. 
He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form ; 
He  binds  in  clouds  the  threat'ning  ftorm ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

VI. 
Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  : 
But  who  {hall  dare  defcribe  his  face  ? 
"Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  ftand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 


HYMNS.  177 

Hymn  XIX.     Long  Metre. 
God  known  by  his  Works. 

GREAT  is  our  God  ;  his  works  of  might 
To  praife  his  glorious  name  unite : 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  hand, 
And  wait  obedient  his  command. 

II. 
His  hand  unfeen  fuftains  the  poles, 
On  which  the  vaft  creation  rolls  ; 
The  ftarry  fkies  proclaim  his  pow'r, 
His  pencil  glows  in  ev'ry  fiow'r. 

III. 
In  various  fhapes  and  colours  rife 
Ten  thoufand  wonders  to  our  eyes  -, 
And  birds  that  fing  with  lab'ring  throat, 
Teach  us  a  God  in  ev'ry  note. 

IV. 
Acrofs  the  waves,  around  the  fky, 
There's  not  a  place,  or  deep  or  high, 
Where  the  Creator  has  not  trod, 
And  left  the  footfteps  of  a  God. 

V. 
O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  various  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
How  vaft  his  works,  how  kind  his  ways, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 


178  HYMNS. 

Hymn  XX.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  the  Lord  of  Nature. 

I. 
O  THOU,  through  all  thy  works  ador'ci, 
Great  Pow'r  fupreme,  almighty  Lord  ! 
Author  of  life,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
Creatures  of  ev'ry  tribe  obey  ! 

II. 
To  thee,  moft  high,  to  thee  belong, 
The  fuppliant  pray'rr  the  joyful  fong  ; 
To  thee  will  we  attune  our  voice, 
And  in  thy  wond'rous  works  rejoice. 

III. 
Planets,  thofe  wand'ring  worlds  above^ 
Guided  by  thee,  mceflant  move  i 
Suns,  kindled  by  a  ray  divine, 
In  honour  of  their  Maker  fhine, 

IV. 
From  thee  proceed  heav'n's  varied  ftore, 
The  changing  wind,  the  fruitful  fhow'r, 
The  flying  cloud,  the  colour' d  bow, 
The  moulded  hail,  the  feather  d  fnow. 

V. 
Tempefts  obey  thy  mighty  will  ; 
>Thy  awful  mandate  to  fulfil, 
The  forked  lightnings  dart  around, 
And  rive  the  oak,  and  blaft  the  ground. 


HYMNS.  179 

VI. 

Yet,  pleas'd  to  blefs,  kind  to  fupply, 
Thy  hand  fupports  thy  family, 
And  fofters  with  a  parent's  care, 
The  tribes  of  earth,  and  fea,  and  air. 

Hymn  XXI.     Long  Metre. 
The  daily  Goodnefs  of  God. 

GREAT  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  ! 

Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 

Gently  diftil,  like  early  dew. 
II. 
Thou  fpread'nV  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  our  fleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 

And  quickens  all  our  drowfy  pow'rs. 
III. 
We  yield  our  pow'rs  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  we  confecrate  our  days  : 
Perpetual  bleffings  from  thy  hand 

Demand  perpetual  fongs  of  praife. 

Hymn  XXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  Goodnefs  of  God  In  the  Seafons* 

GREAT  God  !  at  whofe  all-pov/rful  call, 
At  firft  arofe  this  beauteous  frame, 


180  HYMNS. 

Thou  bidft  the  feafons  change,  and  all 

The  changing  feafons  fpeak  thy  name. 
II. 
Thy  bounty  bids  the  infant  year, 

From  winter  ftorms  recover'd,  rife  ; 
When  thoufand  grateful  fcenes  appear, 

Frefh  op'ning  to  our  wond'ring  eyes, 
III. 
The  new  delight  how  great,  to  fee 

The  earth  in  vernal  beauty  drefs'd, 
While  in  each  herb,  and  flow'r,  and  tree 

Thy  op'ning  bounty  fhines  confefs'd  ! 
IV. 
Aloft,  full  beaming,  reigns  the  fun, 

And  light  and  genial  heat  conveys ; 
And  while  he  leads  the  feafons  on, 

From  thee  derives  his  quick'ning  rays. 
V. 
Around  us,  from  the  teeming  field, 

Springs  the  rich  grain,  or  purpled  vine ; 
At  thy  command  they  rife  to  yield 

The  ftrength'ning  bread,or  cheering  wine. 
VI. 
Indulgent  God  !  from  ev'ry  part 

Thy  plenteous  bleffings  largely  flow ; 
We  fee  ;  we  taile  ;  let  ev'ry  heart 

With  grateful  love  and  duty  glow. 


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Hymn  XXIII.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  Providence, 

1HROUGH  all  the  various  fhifting  fcene 

Of  life's  miftaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God,  conducts,  unfeen, 
The  beautiful  viciffitude. 
II. 
Thou  giveft  with  a  father's  care, 

Howe'er  unjuftly  we  complain, 
To  each  their  neceflary  mare 

Of  joy  and  forrow,  health  and  pain. 
III. 
All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n, 

On  thine  eternal  will  depend  ; 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  giv'n, 
Would  man  purfue  th'  appointed  end, 
IV. 
Be  this  our  care  ;  to  all  befide 

Indiff'rent  let  our  wifhes  be  : 
Paffion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 
And  fix'd  our  fouls,  O  God,  on  thee, 

Hymn  XXIV.     Short  Metre. 
God  our    Creator   and   Benefaclor. 

OUR  Maker  and  our  King  ! 
J  o  tnee  our  ail  we  owe  ; 

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Thy  fov'reign  bounty  is  the  fpring 

From  which  our  bleffings  flow. 
II. 

Thou  ever  good  and  kind  ! 

A  thouland  reafons  move, 
A  thoufand  obligations  bind 

Our  hearts  to  grateful  love. 
III. 

The  creatures  of  thy  hand, 

On  thee  alone  we  live  ; 
Father,  thy  benefits  demand 

More  praife  than  we  can  give, 
IV. 

Lord,  what  can  we  impart, 

When  all  is  thine  before  ? 
Thy  love  demands  a  thankful  heart, 

The  gift,  alas,  how  poor  ! 
V. 

O  let  thy  grace  infpire 

Our  fouls  with  ftrength  divine  ; 
Let  all  our  pow'rs  to  thee  afpire, 

And  all  our  days  be  thine. 

Hymn  XXV.      Short  Metre. 

To  God  the  Creator. 
I. 

Almighty  Maker,  God  \ 

How  wond'rous  is  thy  name  ! 


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Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad 

Through  all  creation's  frame  ! 
II. 

Nature  in  ev'ry  drefs 

Her  humble  worfhip  pays ; 
And  does  a  thoufand  ways  exprefs 

Her  undiffembled  praife. 
III. 

Our  fouls  would  rife  and  fing 

Our  great  Creator  too  ; 
Fain  would  our  tongues  adore  our  King, 

And  pay  the  homage  due. 
IV. 

On  God  our  hopes  depend- 
Through  all  our  future  days  : 
To  him  our  fouls  mall  oft  afcend 

In  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 

Hymn  XXVI.     Six  Line  Long  Metre. 
Thank/giving  for  national  Profperity. 

HOW  rich  thy  gifts,  almighty  King ! 
From  thee  our  publick  bleffings  fpring : 

Th'  extended  trade,  the  fruitful  fkies, 
The  treafures  liberty  beftows, 
Th'  eternal  joys  the  gofpel  fliows, 

All  from  thy  boundlefs  goodnefs  rife. 


i84  HYMNS. 

II. 
Here  commerce  fpreads  the  wealthy  ftore, 
Which  pours  from  ev'ry  foreign  fhore  ; 

Science  and  art  their  charms  difplay ; 
Religion  teaches  us  to  raife 
Our  voices  to  our  Maker's  praife, 

As  truth  and  confcience  point  the  way. 
III. 
With  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raife  united  fongs. 

Here  ftill  may  God  in  mercy  reign  ; 
Crown  our  juft  counfels  with  fuccefs, 
With  peace  and  joy  our  borders  blefs, 

And  all  our  facred  rights  maintain. 

HyxMN  XXVil.     Six  Line  Metre. 
All  Men,  and  efpecially  good  Men,  invited  to 
the  Praife  of  God. 
I. 
YE  works  of  God,  to  him  alone, 
Who  reigns  on  his  eternal  throne, 

Let  all  your  praifes  rife. 
His  hand  the  beauteous  fabrlck  made, 
His  eye  the  finifh'd  whole  furvey'd, 
And  found  it  good  and  wife. 
II. 
Ye  fons  of  men,  his  praife  difplay, 
Who  ftamp'd  his  image  on  your  clay, 
And  gave  it  power  to  move  j 


HYMNS.  185 

Where'er  ye  go,  where'er  ye  dwell, 
From  age  to  age  fucceffive  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  love. 
III. 
Ye  fpirits  of  the  juft  and  good, 
"Who  while  this  earth  is  your  abode, 

To  brighter  worlds  afpire, 
O  let  your  fongs  of  praife  refound, 
Beyond  the  earth's  remotefl:  bound, 

To  heav'n's  eternal  fire. 
IV. 
Praife  him,  ye  meek  and  humble  train, 
Who  mall  thofe  heav'nly  joys  obtain, 

Prepar'd  for  fouls  fincere  ; 
Now  praife  him,  till  ye  take  your  way 
To  regions  of  eternal  day, 

And  then,  for  ever,  there. 

Hymn  XXVIII.     Hallelujah  Metre. 
The  Majejly   and  Condefcenjion  of  God. 

I  HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  he  aflumes 
Are  light  and  majefty  : 


i86  HYMNS. 

His  glories  fhine 
With  beams  fo  bright, 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  fight. 
II. 
The  thunders  of  his  pow'r 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  j 
His  truth  and  juftice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  : 
Yet  humble  fouls 
May  leek  his  face  ; 
His  truth  confirms 
And  feals  the  grace. 
III. 
And  will  this  gracious  King 

Of  glory  condefcend  ? 
Will  he  declare  himfelf 

Our  father  and  our  friend  ? 
We  love  his  name, 
We  love  his  word  : 
Join  all  our  pow'rs 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

Hymn  XXIX.     Hallelujah  Metre. 

Imitation  of  Thorn/on  s  Hymn  on  the  Seafons. 

I. 
JLORD  of  the  worlds  below  ! 
On  earth  thy  glories  mine  ; 


HYMNS.  187 

The  changing  feafons  fhow 

Thy  fkill  and  pow'r  divine. 

In  all  we  fee 

A  God  appears  ; 

The  rolling  years. 

Are  full  of  thee. 
II. 
Forth  in  the  flow'ry  fpring, 

We  fee  thy  beauty  move  ; 
The  birds  on  branches  fing 
Thy  tendernefs  and  love  ; 
Wide  flufh  the  hills  ; 
The  air  is  balm  : 
Devotion's  calm 
Our  bofom  fills. 
III. 
Then  come,  array'd  in  light, 

The  fummer's  flaming  days  ; 
The  fun,  thine  image  bright. 
Thy  majefty  difplays  ; 
And  oft  thy  voice 
In  thunder  rolls  ; 
But  ftill  our  fouls 
In  thee  rejoice. 
IV. 
In  autumn,  a  rich  feaft 

Thy  common  bounty  gives 
To  man,  and  bird,  and  beaft, 
And  ev'ry  thing  that  lives. 


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Thy  lib'ral  care, 
At  morn,  and  noon, 
And  harveft  moon, 
Our  lips  declare. 
V. 
In  winter,  awful  thou  ! 

With  ftorms  around  thee  call : 
The  leaflefs  forefts  bow 

Beneath  thy  northern  blaft. 
While  tempefts  low'r, 
To  thee,  dread  King, 
We  homage  bring, 
And  own  thy  pow'r. 

Hymn  XXX.     All  Sevens  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  in  Profperity  and  Adverfity. 

PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praife, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  fource  of  ev'ry  joy, 
Let  thy  praife  our  tongues  employ. 

II. 
For  the  bleffings  of  the  field, 
For  the  ftores  the  gardens  yield, 
For  the  vine's  exalted  juice, 
For  the  gen'rous  olive's  ufe  : 

III. 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  {heaves  of  ripen'd  grain  ; 


HYMN    S.  189 

Clouds  that  drop  their  fatt'ning  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffufe  : 

IV. 
All  that  fpring,  with  bounteous  hand* 
Scatters  o'er  the  fmiling  land  ; 
All  that  lib'ral  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  ftores  i 

V. 
Thefe  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe  ; 
Source  whence  all  our  bleflings  flow  I 
And  for  thefe,  our  fouls  fhall  raife 
Grateful  vows  and  folemn  praife. 

VI. 
Yet  fhould  rifmg  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  Item  the  rip'ning  ear  ; 
Should  the  fig-tree's  blafted  fhoot 
Drop  her  green  untimely  fruit  ; 

VII. 
Should  the  vine  put  forth  no  more, 
Nor  the  olive  yield  her  ftore  ; 
Though  the  fick'ning.  flocks  fhould  fall* 
And  the  herds  defert  the  ftall  ; 

VIII. 
Should  thine  alter'd  hand  reftrain 
Th'  early  and  the  latter  rain  ; 
Blaft  each  op'ning  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rifing  year  deftroy  : 


igo  HYMN    S. 

IX. 

Yet  to  thee  our  fouls  mould  raife 
Grateful  vows,  and  folemn  praife  ; 
And  when  ev'ry  bleffing's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyfelf  alone. 

Hymn  XXXL     All  Sevens  Metre. 
A  penitential  Hymn. 

CxOD  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 

Hear. our  fad  repentant  fong  \ 
Sorrow  dwells  on  ev'ry  face, 

Penitence  on  ev'ry  tongue. 
II. 
Deep  regret  for  follies  paft, 

Talents  wafted,  time  mifpent  \ 
Hearts  debas'd  by  worldly  cares, 

Thanklefs  for  the  bleffings  lent. 
III. 
Foolifh  fears,  and  fond  defires, 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ; 
Lips  too  feldom  taught  to  praife, 

Oft  to  murmur  and  complain. 
IV. 
Thefe,  and  ev'ry  fecret  fault, 

Fill'd  with  grief' and  fhame  we  own  ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 


HYMNS.  191 

v. 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Hear  our  fad  repentant  fongs  ; 

O  reftore  thy  fuppliant  race, 

Thou  to  whom  all  praife  belongs. 

Hymn  XXXII.     Eleventh  Metre. 
Praife  to  God^  the  eternal  King. 

J  EHOVAH  reigns !  let  ev'ry  nation  hear, 
And  at  his  footftool  bow  with  holy  fear  : 
Jehovah  reigns,  unbounded  and  alone, 
And  all  creation  hangs  beneath  his  throne : 
He  reigns  alone  ;  let  no  inferiour  nature 
Ufurp,  or  mare,  the  throne  of  the  Creator. 
II. 
This  goodly  world,in  countlefs  beauties  gay, 
Though  built  by  God's  right  hand,  muft 

pafs  away  ; 
And  long  oblivion  creep  o'er  mortal  things, 
The  fate  of  empires,  and  the  pride  of  kings ; 
Eternal  night  mall  veil  their  proudeft  ftory, 
And  drop  the  curtain  o'er  all  human  glory. 
III. 
But  fix'd,  O  God,  for   ever  ftands  thy 
Jehovah  reigns  a  univerfe  alone;  [throne; 
Th'  eternal  fire  that  feeds  each  vital  flame, 
Collected  or  diffused,  is  ftill  the  fame  ; 


I92  H    Y    M    N    S. 

He  dwellswithinhisownunfathom'd  effence, 
And  fills  all  fpace  with  his  unbounded  pres- 
ence. 

IV. 
But  O !  our  higheft  notes  the  theme  debafe, 
And  filence  is  our  leaft  injurious  praife. 
Ceafe,  ceafe  your  fongs,  the  daring  flight 

control, 
Revere  him  in  the  ftillnefs  of  the  foul : 
With  filent  duty  meekly  bend  before  him, 
And  deep  within  your  inmoft  hearts  adore 
him. 

Hymn  XXXIII.     Twelfth  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  bis  Greatnefs  and  Mercy. 

I. 
GLORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whofe  glory  fills  the  iky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiv'n, 
Man,  the  well-belov'd  of  heav'n  : 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whofe  glory  fills  the  fky. 
II. 
Favoured  mortals,  raife  the  fong  ; 
Endlefs  thanks  to  God  belong  ; 
Hearts  o'erflowing  with  his  praife, 
Join  the  hymns  your  voices  raiie  : 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whofe  glory  fills  the  fky. 


HYMNS.  193 

III. 

Call  the  tribes  of  beings  round, 
.From  creation's  utmoft  bound  ; 
Where  the  Godhead  fhines  confefs'd, 
There  be  folemn  praife  addrefs'd  : 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whofe  glory  fills  the  Iky. 
IV. 
Mark  the  wonders  of  his  hand  ! 
Pow'r,  no  empire  can  withftand  ; 
Wifdom,  angels'  glorious  theme  ; 
Goodnefs,  one  eternal  ftream  : 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whofe  glory  fills  the  fky. 
V. 
Awful  being  !  from  thy  throne 
Send  thy  promis'd  bleflings  down  : 
Let  thy  light,  thy  truth,  thy  peace, 
Bid  our  raging  paflions  ceafe  : 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whofe  glory  fills  the  fky. 

Hymn  XXXIV.     Thirteenth  Metre. 
The  God  of  Mercy  adored. 

PRAISE  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
Bounteous  fource  of  all  our  joy  ; 

R 


194  HYMNS. 

He  whofe  hand  upholds  all  nature, 

He  whofe  nod  can  all  deftroy  : 
Saints,  with  pious  zeal  attending, 

Now  the  grateful  tribute  raife  ; 
Solemn  longs  to  heav  n  afcending, 

Join  the  univerfal  praife. 
II. 
Round  his  awful  footftool  kneeling, 

Lowly  bend  with  contrite  fouls  ; 
Here,  his  milder  grace  revealing, 

Here,  his  wrath  no  thunder  rolls  : 
Lo,  th'  eternal  page  before  us 

Bears  the  cov'nant  of  his  love  ; 
Full  of  mercy  to  reftore  us, 

Mercy  beaming  from  above. 
III. 
Ev'ry  fecret  fault  confeffing, 

Deed  unrighteous,  thought  of  fin, 
Seize,  O  feize  the  proffer' d  bleffing, 

Grace  from  God,  and  peace  within  i 
Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  fwelling? 

Still  the  fong  of  glory  raife  ; 
On  the  theme  immortal  dwelling, 

Join  the  univerfal  praife. 


HYMNS.  195 

Hymn  XXXV.     Fourteenth  Metre. 
Tbankfgiving  for  fruitful  Sedfo  11  s\ 

Rejoice  \  the  Lord  is  King  \ 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  andfing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  in  facred  lays  rejoice. 

His  wintry  north  winds  blow, 

Loud  tempefts  rufh  amain  ; 
Yet  his  thick  clouds  of  fnow 

Defend  the  infant  grain  : 
Lift  lip  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  in  facred  lays  rejoice. 

III. 
He  wakes  the  genial  fpring, 

Perfumes  the  balmy  air  ; 
The  vales  their  tribute  bring, 

The  promife  of  the  year  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  in  facred  lays  rejoice. 

IV. 
High  from  th'  ethereal  plain 

Bright  funs  their  influence  fling  ; 
He  gives  the  welcome  rain, 

That  makes  the  vallies  fing  : 


196  HYMNS. 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  in  facred  lays  rejoice. 

V. 
He  leads  the  circling  year  ; 

His  flocks  the  hills  adorn  ; 
He  fills  the  golden  ear, 

And  loads  the  fields  with  corn : 
O  happy  mortals,  raife  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  in  facred  lays  rejoice. 

VI. 
Lead  on  your  fleeting  train, 

Ye  years,  and  months,  and  days  ! 
O  bring  th'  eternal  reign 

Of  love,  and  joy,  and  praife  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  in  facred  lays  rejoice. 

Hymn  XXXVI.     Fifteenth  Metre. 
Trujl  in  God  through  all  the  Changes  of  Life* 

Jb  ATHER  divine,  before  thy  view, 

All  worlds,  all  creatures  lie  ; 
No  diftance  can  elude  thy  fearch, 
No  a&ion  'fcape  thine  eye  : 
Hear,  gracious  Lord,  our  mingled  praifes 
Thou  art  our  hope,  our  joy,  our  fear,     [hear ! 


HYMNS.  197 

II. 

From  thee  our  vital  breath  we  drew, 

Our  childhood  was  thy  care, 
And  vig'rous  youth  and  feeble  age, 
Thy  kind  protection  fhare  : 
Hear,  gracious  Lord,   our  mingled  praifes 
Thou  art  our  hope,  our  joy,  our  fear,      [hear  ! 

ra. 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  turn, 

Thy  ceafelefs  bounty  flows  ; 
Opprefs'd  with  wo,  when  nature  faints, 
Thine  arm  is  our  repofe  : 
Hear,  gracious  Lord,   our  mingled  praifes 
Thou  art  our  hope,  our  j  oy,  our  fear,     [hear ! 
IV. 
To  thee  we  look,  thou  Pow'r  fupreme  ; 

O  ftill  our  wants  fupply  ! 
Safe  in  thy  prefence  may  we  Jive,. 
And  in  thy  favour  die  : 
Hear,  gracious  Lord,  our  mingled  praifes 
Thou  art  our. hope,  our  joy,our  fear,    [hear  ! 

Hymn  XXXVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Coming  of  Chrifl% 

±i  ARK  the  glad  found,  the  Saviour  comes  1 
The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ! 

R  12 


198  HYMNS. 

Let  ev'ry  heart  a  throne  prepare, 

And  ev'ry  voice  a  fong. 
II. 
On  him  the  fpirit,  largely  fhed, 

Exerts  its  lacred  fire  : 
Wifdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 

His  holy  breaft  infpire. 
III. 
He  comes  from  galling  chains  of  vice 

To  free  the  captive  mind ; 
He  comes  to  pour  the  cheering  light 

Of  truth  upon  the  blind. 

IV. 
He  comes  with  bleffings  for  the  meek} 

The  broken  heart  to  cure ; 
And  with  the  treafures  of  his  grace 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
V. 
Hofannas  to  the  prince  of  peace 

His  welcome  fhall  proclaim  ; 
While  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  his  beloved  name. 
VI. 
Glory  to  God  !  in  higheft  ftrains, 

Through  higheft  worlds  be  paid : 
His  glory  by  our  lips  proclaim'd, 

And  in  our  lives  difplay'd. 


HYMNS.  199 

Hymn  XXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Nativity  of  Cbrift. 

WHILE  fhepherds  watch' d  their  flocks  by 
All  feated  on  the  ground,  [night, 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  dory  fhone  around. 
II.      ' 
Fear  not,  faid  he  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  feiz'd  their  troubled  mind) 
Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 
III. 
To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who,  is  Chrift  the  Lord  ; 
And  this  ftiall  be  the  fign  : 
IV. 
The  heav'nly  babe  you  there  fhall  find 

To  human  view  difplay'd, 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  fwathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid. 
V. 
Thus  fpake  the  feraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  mining  throng 
Of  angels,  praifing  God,  and  thus 
Addrefs  their  joyful  fong  :  • 


zpa  H    Y    M    N    S.. 

VI. 

All  glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  to  the  earth.be  peace  ! 
Good  will  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men? 

Begin  and  never  ceafe  ! 

Hymn  XXXIX.     Short  Metre, 
The  Birth  of  Cbri/l. 

JjEHOLD  the  grace  appear, 

The  bleffing  promis'd  long  ! 
Angels  announce  the  Saviour  near. 

In  this  triumphant  fong  : 
II. 

Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  !? 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy,. 

At  your  Redeemer's  birth  ! 
III. 

In  worihip  fo  divine, 

Shall  man  refrain  his  part  ? 
Forbid  it,  gratitude  !   we  join 

The  fong,  with  grateful  heart. 
IV. 

Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ! 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth  ! 


HYMNS.  201 

Hymn  XL.     Hallelujah  Metre. 
The  Birth  of  Chriji  proclaimed  by  Angels, 

HARK  !  what  celeftial  notes, 

What  melody  we  hear  ! 
Soft  on  the  morn  it  floats, 
And  fills  the  ravifh'd  ear. 

The  tuneful  fhell, 
The  golden  lyre, 
And  vocal  choir 
The  concert  fwell. 
II. 
Th'  angelick  hofts  defcend, 

With  harmony  divine  ; 
See  how  from  heav'n  they  bend, 
And  in  full  chorus  join. 

Fear  not,  fay  they, 
Great  joy  we  bring  ; 
Jefus,  your  king, 
Is  born  to  day. 

III. 
He  comes  from  errour's  night 

Your  wand' ring  feet  to  lave  ; 
To  realms  of  blifs  and  light 

He  lifts  you  from  the  grave. 


202  HYMNS; 

This  glorious  morn, 
(Let  all  attend  !) 
Your  matchlefs  friend, 
Your  Saviour's  born. 
IV. 
Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals,  fpread  the  foundr 
And  let  your  raptures  fly 
To  earth's  remoteft  bound  I 

For  peace  on  earth, 
From  God  in  heav'n, 
To  man  is  giv'n, 
At  Jefus'  birth. 

Hymn  XLI.     Sixteenth  Metre, 
i 

Angels  proclaiming  the  Birth  of  Chrl/t. 

J\0  war  or  battle's  found 
Was  heard  the  world  around, 

No  hoftile  chiefs  to  furious  combat  ran  j 
But  peaceful  was  the  night, 
In  which  the  prince  of  light 

His  reign  of  peace  upon  the  earth  began, 
II. 
The  fhepherds  on  the  lawn, 
Before  the  point  of  dawn, 

In  focial  circle  fat,  while  all  around 


HYMNS.  203 

The  gentle  fleecy  brood, 
Or  cropp'd  the  flow'ry  food, 
Or  flept,  or  fported  on  the  verdant  ground. 

in. 

When  lo  !   with  ravim'd  ears, 

Each  fwain  delighted  hears 
Sweet  mufick,  offspring  of  no  mortal  hand  ; 

Divinely  warbled  voice, 

Anfw'ring  the  ftringed  noife,         [band. 
With  blifsful  rapture  charm' d  the  lift'ning 
IV. 

They  faw  a  glorious  light 

Buril  on  their  wond'ring  fight. 
Harping  in  folemn  quire,  in  robes  array'd, 

The  helmed  cherubim 

And  fworded  feraphim  [play'd. 

Are  feen  in  glitt'ring  ranks,  with  wrings  dif- 
V. 

Sounds  of  fo  fw.eet  a  tone 

Before  wrere  never  known, 
But  when  of  old  the  fons  of  morning  fung^ 

While  God  difpos'd  in  air 

Each  conftellation  fair, 
And  the  well-balanc'd  world  on  hinges  hung. 
VI. 

Hail,  hail,  aufpicious  morn  ! 

The  Saviour  Chrift  is  born  :  [blime) 

(Such  was  th'  immortal  feraph's  fong  fu- 


2o4  HYMNS. 

Glory  to  God  in  heav'n  ! 
To  man  fweet  peace  be  giv'n, 
Sweet  peace  and  friendihip  to  the  end  of  time! 

Hymn  XLII.     Short  Metre. 
Chrift  the  Light  of  the   World. 

BEHOLD  the  Prince  of  peace, 

The  chofen  of  the  Lord  ! 
God's  well-beloved  Son  fulfils 

The  fure  prophetick  word. 
II. 

No  royal  pomp  adorns 

This  king  of  righteoufnefs  ; 
Meeknefs  and  patience,  truth  and  love 

Compofe  his  princely  drels. 
III. 

The  fpirit  of  the  Lord, 

In  rich  abundance  fhed, 
On  this  great  prophet  gently  lights, 

And  refts  upon  his  head. 
IV. 

Jefus,  the  light  of  men  : 

His  doctrine  life  imparts  ; 
O  !  may  we  feel  its  quick' ning  pow'r, 

To  warm  and  glad  our  hearts. 


HYMNS.  205 

V. 

Cheer' d  by  its  beams,  our  fouls, 
Shall  run  the  heav'nly  way  : 
The  path  which  Chrift  hath  mark'd,  and  trod, 
Will  lead  to  endlefs  day. 

Hymn  XLIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Example  of  Chrift. 

JjEHOLD,  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jefus  met, 

With  mildeft  radiance  fhine. 
IT. 
The  largeft  love  of  human  kind 

Infpir'd  his  godlike  breaft  ; 
In  deeds  of  mercy,  words  of  peace, 

His  kindnefs  was  exprefs'd. 
III. 
To  fpread  the  rays  of  heav'nly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach' glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 

Was  his  divine  employ. 
IV. 
'Midft  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  fcorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  flood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful  fought  his  life  ; 

He  labour'd  for  their  good, 
S 


2o6  HYMNS. 

v. 
In  the  lad  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  foul  refign'd  he  bow'd,  and  faid? 

Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 
VI. 
Be  Chrift  our  pattern,  and  our  guide  ! 

His  image  may  we  bear  ! 
O  may  we  tread  his  facred  fteps, 

And  his  bright  glories  fjiare  ! 

Hymn  XLIV.     Long  Metre, 
Chrljl  our  Example, 

AND  is  the  gofpel  peace  and  love? 

Such  let  our  conversation  be, 
The  ferpent  blended  with  the  dove, 

Wifdom  and  meek  Simplicity. 
II. 
Whene'er  the  angry  paflions  rife, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  ftrift 
To  Jefus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  chriftian  life. 
III. 
O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our,  mind, 

And  thefe  the  rules  by  which  we  live, 


• 


HYMN    S.  207 

IV. 

To  do  his  heav'nly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight  ; 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright, 

Difpenfing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labours  of  his  life  were  love  ; 

Then  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 

Hymn  XLV.     Common  Metre. 
S3*  Bleji7tgs  of  the  Go/pel 

r  ATHER  of  mercies  !   in  thy  word 

What  endlefs  glory  mines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 

For  the'fe  celeftial  lines. 
IT. 
Here,  may  the  wretched  fons  of  want 

Exhauftlefs  riches  find, 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 

And  lafting  as  the  mind. 
III. 
Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repaft, 
Sublimer  fweets  than  nature  -knows 

Invite  the  longing  tafte. 


-2o8  HYMNS. 

IV. 
Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around, 
And  life  and  everlafting  joys 

Attend  the  blifsful  found. 
V. 
O  may  thefe  facred  pages  be 

Our  ftudy  and  delight  ; 
And  ftill  new  beauties  may  we  fee, 

And  ftill  increafing  light. 
VI. 
Divine  inftrudter,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near  ; 
Teach  us  to  love  thy  facred  word, 

And  view  thy  goodnefs  there. 

Hymn  XL VI.     Common  Metre. 
The  Comforts  of  Religion. 

"WHEN  gloomy  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

The  trembling  heart  invade  ; 
And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 

An  univerfal  lhade  ; 
II. 
Religion's  di&ates  can  affuage 

The  tempeft  of  the  foul  ; 
And  ev'ry  ftorm  fhall  ceafe  to  rage 

At  her  divine  control. 


HYMNS.  209 

in. 
Through  life's  bewilder'd,  darkfome  way, 

Her  hand  unerring  leads  ; 
And  o'er  the  path  her  heav'nly  ray 
A  cheering  luftre  fheds. 
IV. 
When  feeble  reafon,  tir'd  and  blind. 

Sinks  helplefs  and  afraid  ; 
Thou  bleft  iupporter  of  the  mind, 
How  pow'rful  is  thine  aid  ! 
V. 

0  let  my  heart  confefs  thy  pow'r^ 
And  find  thy  fweet  relief, 

To  brighten  ev'ry  gloomy  hour. 
And  foften  ev'ry  grief. 

Hymn  XLVII.      AH  Sevens  Metre, 
Reft  and  Confolation  from  the  Gofpeh 

LOME,  faid  Jefus'  facred  voice, 
Come  and  make  my  paths  your  choice : 

1  will  guide  you  to  your  home  \ 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come  ! 

II. 
Thou,  who,  houfelefs,  fole,  forlorn, 
Long  haft  borne  the  proud  world's  fcorru 
Long  haft  roam'd  the  barren  wafte, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  hafte  ! 
S  2 


aio  HYMNS. 

III. 
Ye,  who,  tofs'd  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  eafe,  but  feek  in  vain  ; 
Ye,  whofe  fwoln  and  fleeplefs  eyes 
Watch  to  fee  the  morning  rife  : 

IV. 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguifh  torn, 
In  ftrong  remorfe  for  guilt  who  mourn, 
Here  repofe  your  heavy  care  : 
A  wounded  fpirit  who  can  bear  ? 

V. 
Sinner,  come  !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  ev'ry  wound  ; 
Peace  that  ever  fhall  endure, 
Reft  eternal,  facred,  fure. 

Hymn  XL VIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  Lord's  Supper  injiituted. 

'TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

When  all  the  pow'rs  of  malice  rofe 
Againft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 
II. 
Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blefs'd,  and  brake ; 
What  love  through  all  his  a&ions  ran  ! 

What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  fpake ! 


HYMNS.  211 

HI. 

This  is  my  body  broke  for  you, 

Take,  eat  the  emblematick  bread  ; 
Drink  of  this  cup,  an  emblem  too, 

My  blood  which  fhall  for  you  be  fhecl. 
IV. 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Lord, 

Do  this,  he  faid,  till  time  fhall  end  : 
Meet  at  my  table  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  friend. 

Hymn  XLIX.     Long  Metre, 
For  the  Lord's  Supper. 

THIS  feaft  was  Jems'  high  behefl, 
This  cup  of  thanks  his  laft  requeft  ; 
Ye,  who  can  feel  his  worth,  attend, 
Eat,  drink  in  mem'ry  of  your  friend, 

II. 
Around  the  patriot's  buft  ye  throng, 
Him  ye  exalt  in  fwelling  fong  : 
For  him  the  wreath  of  glory  bind, 
Who  freed  from  vaflallage  his  kind  : 

III. 
And  fhall  not  he  your  praifes  reap, 
Who  refcues  from  the  iron  fleep  ; 
The  great  deliverer,  whofe  breath 
Unbinds  the  captives  ev'n  of  death  ? 


212  HYMN    S. 

IV. 

Shall  he,  who,  mortal  men  to  fave, 
Became  the  tenant  of  the  grave, 
Unthank'd,  uncelebrated,  rife, 
Pafs  unremember'd  to  the  fkies  ? 

V. 
Chriftians,  unite  with  loud  acclaim, 
To  hymn  the  Saviour's  welcome  name  ; 
On  earth  extol  his  wond'rous  love  ; 
Repeat  his  praife  in  worlds  above. 

Hymn  L.     Common  Metre. 
Love  to  Mankind  recommended  by  Chriji. 

BEHOLD,  where  breathing  love  divine. 

Our  dying  Matter  ftands  ! 
His  weeping  foll'wers  gath'ring  round, 

Receive  his  laft  commands. 
II. 
From  that  mild  teacher's  parting  lips 

What  tender  accents  fell  ! 
The  gentle  precept  which  he  gave, 

Became  its  author  well. 
III. 
Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  foft'ning  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  fupplicating  eye 

Was  never  rais'd  in  vain  : 


HYMNS.  *i3 

IV. 
Whofe  breaft  expands  with  gen'rous  warmth, 

A  ftranger*s  woes  to  feel ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound, 

He  wants  the  pow'r  to  heal. 
V. 
He  fpreads  his  kind  fupporting  arms 

To  ev'ry  child  of  grief ; 
His  fecret  bounty  largely  flows, 

And  brings  unafk'd  relief. 

VI. 
To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  flow  ; 
He  views  through  mercy's  melting  eye 

A  brother  in  a  foe. 

VII. 
Peace  from  the  bofom  of  his  God, 

Sweet  peace  to  him  is  giv'n  ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 

His  pray'r  afcends  to  heav'n. 

VIII. 
To  him  protection  fhall  be  mown  ; 

And  mercy  from  above 
Defcend  on  him,  who  thus  fulfils 

The  perfect  law  of  love. 


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Hymn  LI.     Short  Metre* 
For  the  Lord's  Sapper. 

JESUS,  the  friend  of  man, 

Invites  us  to  his  board  ; 
The  welcome  fummons  we  obey > 

And  own  our  gracious  Lord. 
II. 

Here  we  furvey  that  love, 

Which  fpoke  in  ev'ry  breath, 
Which  crown'd  each  aftion  of  his  life. 

And  triumph'd  in  his  death* 
III. 

Here  let  our  pow'rs  unite, 

His  honour' d  name  to  raife  ;     , 
Fleafiire  and  joy  fill  evVy  mind, 

And  ev'ry  voice  be  praife. 
IV. 

And  while  we  {hare  the  gifts, 

His  bounteous  hands  beftow, 
Let  ev'ry  heart,  in  friendfhip  join'd, 

With  kind  affe&ions  glow. 
V.      . 

Let  love  infpire  each  breaft, 

And  dictate  ev'ry  thought  ; 
Be  angry  paffions  far  remov'd, 

And  felfifh  views  forgot. 


HYMN    S.  0. 

VI. 

Our  fouls  expanded  wide 
By  our  Redeemer's  grace, 
Shall  in  the  arms  of  fervent  love 
All  heav'n  and  earth  embrace. 

Hymn  LIL     All  Sevens  Metre, 
For  Eqfter-Sunday. 

.ANGEL,  ro$l  the  rock  away  ; 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  ; 
See  !  he  rifes  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  in  immortal  bloom. 

II. 
Shout,  ye  faints,  in  rapt'rous  fong, 
Let  the  notes  be  fweet  and  ftrong  % 
Hail  the  Son  of  God,  this  morn 
From  his  fepulchre  new-born. 

III. 
Pow'rs  of  heav'n,  celeftial  choirs, 
Sing  and  fweep  your  founding  lyres  § 
Sons  of  men,  in  joyful  ftrain, 
Hail  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign  \ 

IV. 
Ev'ry  note  with  wonder  fwell, 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell  ; 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  fting? 
Where  thy  terrours,  vanquiih'd  king  ? 

Hallelujah, 


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Hymn  LIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Refurreftion  of  Chrifi. 

AGAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unfeals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 

And  pours  increafing  day. 
II. 
This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hofannas  fung  ;" 
Let  gladnefs  dwell  in  ev'ry  heart, 

And  praife  on  ev'ry  tongue. 
III. 
Ten  thoufand  difTring  lips  fhall  join 

To  hail  the  welcome  morn, 
Which  fcatters  bleffings  from  its  wings 

To  nations  yet  unborn. 
IV. 
Jefus,  the  friend  of  human  kind, 

Was  crucified  and  flain  ! 
Behold,  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores  ! 

Behold  he  lives  again  1 
V. 
And  while  his  conqu'ring  chariot  wheels 

Afcend  the  lofty  fkies, 
Broken  beneath  his  powerful  crofs, 

Death's  iron  fceptre  lies. 


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Hymn  LIV.     Common  Metre. 
Hope  of  Heaven  by  the  Refurre&ion  ofChrift* 

BlESS'D  be  the  everlafting  God, 

The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 

His  majefty  ador'd. 
II. 
When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  iky, 
He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  fhould  never  die. 

in. 

What  though  thy  uncontroll'd  decree 

Command  us  back  to  duft  ; 
Yet  as  our  Lord  and  Saviour  rofe, 

So  all  his  foll'wers  muft. 
IV. 
There's  an  inheritance  divine 

Refer  v'd  againft  that  day  : 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefiTd, 

And  cannot  fade  away. 
V. 
We  by  thy  pow'r,  O  God,  are  kept 

Till  the  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith  as  ftrangers  here, 

Till  Chrift  fhall  call  us  home. 
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2x8  H    Y    M    N    S. 

Hymn  LV.     Common  Metre. 
Remember  thy  Creator  in  the  days  of  thy  Youth. 

T  L 

IN  the  foft  feafon  of  thy  youth, 

In  nature's  fmiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait 

Its  fummons  to  the  tomb  ; 
II. 
Remember  thy  Creator  God.; 

For  him  thy  pow'rs  employ  ; 
Make  him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 

Thy  confidence,  thy  joy. 
III. 
He  ftiall  defend  and  guide  thy  courfe 

Through  life's  uncertain  fea, 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  mor;e 

Of  blefs'd  eternity. 
IV. 
Then  feek  the  Lord  betimes,  and  choofe 

The  path  of  heav'nly  truth  : 
The  earth  affords  no  lovelier  fight 

Than  a  religious  youth. 

Hymn  LVI.     All  Sevens  Metre. 
Love  to  God  and  Man. 

FATHER  of  our  feeble  race, 
Wife,  beneficent,  and  kind, 


HYMN    S. 

Spread  o'er  nature's  ample  face, 

Flows  thy  goodneis  unconfin'd  : 
Muting  in  the  filent  grove, 

Or  the  bufy  walks  of  men, 
Still  we  trace  thy  wond'rous  love, 

Claiming  large  returns  again. 
II. 
Lord,  what  off  ring  mall  we  bring, 

At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unfullied  fpring, 

Whence  the  kind  affections  flow ; 
Soft  companion's  feeling  foul, 

By  the  melting  eye  exprefs'd  ; 
Sympathy,  at  whofe  control, 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breaft  : 
III. 
Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Bind  the  wound,  or  feed  the  poor  ;- 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind, 

Charity,  with  lib'ral  ftore  : 
Teach  us,  O  thou  heav'nly  King, 

Thus  to  mow  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  th'  accepted  off'ring  bring, 

Love  to  thee,  and  all  mankind, 


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220  HYMNS. 

Hymn  LVII.     Long  Metre. 
Religion  vain  without  Love. 

Jul  AD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews* 
And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  life, 
If  love  be  wanting,  I  am  found, 
Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 

II. 
Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell  ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove  ; 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

HI, 
Should  I  diftribute  all  my  ftore 
To  feed,  and  clothe,  and  blefs,  the  poor  ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  % 

IV. 
If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  place  of  love  can  ever  fill. 

Hymn  LVIIL     Long  Metre; 

Charitable  Judgment- 

I. 

ALL  feeing  God  !  'tis  thine  to  know 
The  fprings  whence  wrong  opinions  flow  ; 


HYMNS.  221 

To  judge  from  principles  within, 
"When  frailty  errs,  and  when  we  fin. 

II. 
Who  among  men,  great  Lord  of  all, 
Thy  fervant  to  his  bar  fhall  call  ? 
Judge  him  for  modes  of  faith  thy  foe, 
And  doom  him  to  the  realms  of  wo  ? 

III. 
Who  with  another's  eye  can  read  ?. 
Or  worfhip  by  another's  creed  ? 
Guided  by  thee,  we  form  our  own, 
And  bow  to  thy  commands  alone. 

IV. 
If  wrong,  corred  ;  accept,  if  right, 
While  faithful  we  obey  our  light, 
Condemning  none,  but  zealous  ftill 
To  learn  and  follow  all  thy  will. 

Hymn  LIX.     Common  Metre. 
Prayer  for  kind  Ajfeclions. 

*  AR  from  thy  fervants,  God  of  grace, 

Th'  unfeeling  heart  remove, 
And  form  in  our  obedient  fouls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 
II. 
O  may  our  fympathizing  breads 
The  gen'rous  pleafure  know, 
T2 


222  HYMN    S.. 

Kindly  to  fhare  in  others'  joy, 

And  weep  for  others'  wo  ! 
III. 
Where'er  the  helplefs  fons  of  grief 

In  low  diftrefs  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel. 

And  fwift  our  hands  to  aid. 
IV. 
Under  the  gentle  law  of  love 

Be  ev'ry  paffion  brought ; 
O  be  the  law  of  love  fulfilled 

In  ev'ry  ad  and  thought ! 

Hymn  LX.     Short  Metre. 

Mercy  and  Forgivenefs. 

T  L 

X  HEAR  the  voice  of  wo  ! 

1  hear  a  brother's  figh  ! 
Then  let  my  heart  with  pity  flow,. 
With  tears  of  love  mine  eye., 
n. 

I  hear  the  thirfty  cry  I 
The  hungry  beg  for  bread  ? 
O !  let  my  fpring  its  ftream  fupply,, 
My  hand  its  bounty  fhed. 

III. 
The  haplefs  debtor  fues, 
\Vho  would,  but  cannot  pay  ; 


HYMNS.  223 

And  fhall  I  mercy,  Lord,  refufe, 

Who  need  it  ev'ry  day  ? 
IV.. 

And  mall  not  wrath  relent, 

TouchM  by  that  humble  ftrain* 
My  brother  crying,  I  repent, 

Nor  will  offend  again  I 
V. 

If  not,  how  fhall  I  dare 

Appear  before  thy  face, 
Great  God,  and  how  prefent  the  pray\ 

That  afks  for  pardoning  grace  i 
VI. 

They  who  forgive,  mail  find 

Forgivenefs  in  that  day, 
When  all  the  merciful  and  kind 

Thy  pity  fhall  repay. 

Hymn  LXI.     Long  Metre. 
The  Vanity  of  Forms  without  Virtue., 

1  H*  uplifted  eye  and  bended  knee 
Are  but  vain  homage,  Lord,  to  thee  1 
In  vain  our  lips  thy  praife  prolong, 
The  heart  a  ftranger  to  the  fong. 

II. 
Can  rites,  and  forms,  and  flaming  zealr 
The  breaches  of  thy  precepts  heal  ? 


224  HYMN    S. 

Or  faft  and  penance  reconcile 
Thy  juftice,  and  obtain  thy  fmile  ? 

III. 
The  pure,  the  humble,  contrite  mind,. 
Thankful,  and  to  thy  will  refign'd, 
To  thee  a  nobler  off'ring  yields 
Than  richeft  treafures  from  the  fields. 

IV. 
"  Be  juft  and  kind" — that  great  command 
Doth  on  eternal  pillars  ftand  : 
This  did  thine  ancient  prophets  teach, 
And  this  thy  well-beloved  preach. 

Hymn  LXII.     Long  Metre. 
The  Beatitudes. 

BlESS'D  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  ; 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them,  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

II. 
Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart ; 
From  God  the  ftreams  of  mercy  flow, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  wo. 

III. 
Blefs'd  are  the  juft  who  feek  his  face, 
Hunger  and  thirft  for  righteoufiiefs  \ 


HYMNS.  225 

They  fhall  be  well  fupplied  and  fed 
With  living  ftreams  and  living  bread. 

IV. 
Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  bofoms  move,, 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  j 
The  merciful  fhall  ever  find, 
That  God  is  merciful  and  kind. 

V. 
Blefs'd  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  cleaa 
From  the  defiling  pow'rs  of  fin  ; 
With  endlefs  pleafure  they  fhall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity. 

VI. 
Blefs'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life^ 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  fr.rife  ; 
They  mail  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

Hymn  LXIIL    Long  Metre. 
A  Cofiverfation  becoming  the  GofpeL 

uO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 
The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
So  let  our  chriftian  virtue  fhine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

II. 
Thus  fhall  we  beft  thine  honours  raife^ 
Great  G  od,  and  others  learn  to  praife  ; 


226  HYMNS. 

When  heav'nly  truth  fhall  reign  within, 
And  break  the  pow'r  of  ev'ry  fin. 

III. 
Our  flefh  and  fenfe  muft  be  denied, 
Paffion  and  envy,  luft  and  pride  ; 
While  j uft ice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

IV. 
What  though  we  drink  of  forrow's  cup, 
Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up  ; 
Hope  waits  the  coming  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  ftands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Hymn  LXIV.     Common  Metre- 
Equity. 

l^OME,  let  us  fearch  our  ways  and  fee  5 

Have  they  been  juft  and  right  ? 
Is  the  great  rule  of  equity 

Our  practice  and  delight  ? 
II. 
What  we  would  have  our  neighbour  do, 

Have  we  ftill  done  the  fame  ? 
From  others  ne'er  withheld  the  due, 

Which  we  from  others  claim  ? 
III. 
Have  we  not,  deaf  to  his -requeft,, 

Turn'd  from  another's  wo  ?. 


H     Y    M    N    S.  227 

The  fcorn,  which  wrings  the  poor  man's 

Have  we  abhorr'd  to  fhowi         [breaft, 
IV. 
Do  we,  in  all  we  fell,  or  buy, 

Integrity  maintain  ; 
And  knowing  God  is  always  nigh, 

Renounce  unrighteous  gain  ? 
V. 
Then  may  we  raife  our  modeft  pray'r 

To  God,  the  juft  and  kind, 
May  humbly  caft  on  him  our  care, 

And  hope  his  grace  to  find. 

Hymn  LXV.     Long  Metre. 

MARK,  when  tempeftuous  winds  arife, 

The  wild  ■confufion  and  uproar, 
All  ocean  mixing  with  the  ikies, 

And  wrecks  are  dafh'd  upon  the  more. 
II. 
Not  lefs  confufion  racks  the  mind, 

When,  by  the  whirl  of  paffion  tofs'd, 
Calm  reafon  is  to  rage  refign'd, 

And  peace  in  angry  tumult  loft. 
III. 
O  felf-tormenting  child  of  pride, 

Anger,  bred  up  in  hats  and  ftrife  ; 


228  HYMNS. 

Ten  thoufand  ills,  by  thee  fupplied, 

Mingle  the  cup  of  bitter  life. 
IV. 
Happy  the  meek,  whofe  gentle  breaft, 

Clear  as  the  rummer' s  ev'ning  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  blefs'd, 

Enjoy  on  earth  celeftial  day. 

No  jars  their  peaceful  tent  invade, 

No  friendfhips  loft  their  bofom  fting  ; 
And  foes  to  none,  of  none  afraid, 

Where'er  they  go,  fweet  peace  they  bring. 
VI. 
O  may  a  temper  meek  and  mild 

With  gentle  fway  our  fouls  poffefs  ! 
PafTion  and  pride  be  thence  exil'd  ! 

And  to  be  blefs'd,  ftill  may  we  blefs  1 

Hymn  LXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Humility, 

WHEREFORE  mould  man,  frail  child  of 
Who,from  the  cradle  to  the  ftiroud,  [clay, 

Lives  but  the  infecl:  of  a  day, 

O  why  mould  mortal  man  be  proud  ? 
II. 

His  brighteft  vifions  juft  appear, 

Then  vanifh,  and  no  more  are  found  : 


HYMNS.  229 

The  ftatelieft  pile  his  pride  can  rear, 
A  breath  may  level  with  the  ground. 

III. 

By  doubt  perplex'd,  in  errour  loft, 

With  trembling  ftep  he  feeks  his  way  : 
How  vain,  of  wifdom's  gifts  the  boaft  ! 

Of  reafon's  lamp,  how  faint  the  ray  ! 
IV. 
Follies  and  crimes,  a  countlefs  fum, 

Are  crowded  in  life's  little  fpan  : 
How  ill,  alas,  does  pride  become 

That  erring,  guilty  creature,  man  ! 
V. 
God  of  my  life,  Father  divine, 

Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
In  modeft  worth  O  let  me  fhine, 

And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 

Hymn  LXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Prayer  for  Prudence  and  Wifdom. 

FATHER  of  light  !  candua  my  feet 
Through  life's  dark,  dang'rotis  road  ; 

Let  each  advancing  ftep  ftill  bring 
Me  nearer  to  my  God. 

U 


230 


HYMNS. 


II. 
Let  heav'n-ey'd  prudence  be  my  guide  ; 

And  when  I  go  aftray, 
Recall  my  feet  from  folly's  path 

To  wifdom's  better  way. 
III. 
Teach  me  in  ev'ry  various  fcene 

To  keep  my  end  in  fight  ; 
And  whilft  I  tread  life's  mazy  track, 

Let  wifdom  guide  me  right. 
IV. 
That  heav'nly  wifdom  from  above 

Abundantly  impart  ; 
And  let  it  guard,  and  guide,  and  warm5 

And  penetrate  my  heart  ; 
V. 
Till  it  fhall  lead  me  to  thyfelf, 

Fountain  of  blifs  and  love  ; 
And  all  my  darknefs  be  difpers'd 

In  endlefs  light  above. 

Hymn  LXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  Chrijllan  Warfare. 

AWAKE,  my  foul,  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
See  where  thy  foes  againft  thee  rife, 
In  long  array,  a  num'rous  hoft  ; 
Awake,  my  foul,  or  thou  art  loft. 


HYMNS.  231 

II. 
Here  giant  danger  threatening  Hands, 
Muft'ring  his  pale  terrifick  bands  ; 
There  pleafure's  filken  banners  fpread, 
And  willing  fouls  are  captive  led, 

III. 
See  where  rebellious  paflions  rage, 
And  fierce  defires  and  lulls  engage  : 
The  meanefl  foe  of  all  the  train 
Has  thoufands  and  ten  thoufands  flain. 

IV. 
Thou  treaded  on  enchanted  ground, 
Perils  and  fnares  befet  thee  round  ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  ev'ry  part, 
But  moil,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart 

V. 
Come  then,  my  foul,  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  fhield  ; 
Put  on  the  armour  from  above 
Of  heav'nly  truth,  and  heav'nly  love. 

VI. 
Thefe  from  thy  foes  will  guard  thee  well, 
The  terrour  and  the  charm  repel  : 
The  man  of  Calv'ry  triumph' d  here, 
Nor  mould  his  faithful  folfwers  fear. 


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232  HYMNS. 

Hymn  LXIX.     Common  Metre. 
For  a  New  Year. 

JvEMARK,  my  foul,  the  narrow  bounds 

Of  the  revolving  year  ; 
How  fwift  the  weeks  complete  their  rounds  \ 

How  fhort  the  months  appear  \ 
II. 
Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  paft, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  fwift  my  pafhng  moments  hafte, 

The  few  which  vet  remain. 
ill. 
So  faft  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  has  done 

God's  judgments  ihall  furvey. 
IV. 
Awake,  my  foul  ;  with  utmoft  care, 

Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
What  are  thy  hopes,  how  fure,  how  fair, 

And  what  thy  chief  concern. 
V. 
Devoutly  yield  thyfelf  to  God, 

And  on  his  love  depend  ; 
With  zeal  purfue  the  heav'nly  road, 

Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 


HYMNS.  233 

Hymn  LXX.     Long  Metre. 
The  Wifdom  of  redeeming  Time. 

CrOD  of  eternity,  from  thee 

Did  infant  time  its  being  draw  ; 
Moments  and  days,  and  months  and  years^ 

Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 
II. 
Silent  and  flow  they  glide  away  ; 

Steady  and  ftrong  the  current  flows, 
Loft  in  eternity's  wild'  fea, 

The  boundlefs  gulf,  from  which  it  rofe, 
III. 
With  it  the  thoughtlefs  fons  of  men 

Before  the  rapid;  ftream  are  borne, 
On  to  that  everlafting  home, 

Whence  no  one  ever  can  return. 
IV. 
Yet  while  the  fhore  on  either  fide 

Prefents  a  gaudy,  flatt'ring  fhow, 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  loft, 

Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 
V. 
Great  fource  of  wifdom,  teach  our  hearts 

To  know  the  price  of  ev'ry  hour ; 
That  time  may  bear  us  on  to  joys, 

Beyond  its  meafure  and  its  pow'r. 
V  2 


234  HYMNS. 

Hymn  LXXI.     Long  Metre. 
Times  Flight,  and  Death's  Approach. 

1  HAT  awful  hour  will  foon  appear, 

Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 
When  all  that  pains  or  pleafes  here, 

Will  vanifh  from  my  clofing  eyes. 
II. 
Death  calls  my  friends,  my  neighbours  hence ; 

None  can  refill  the  fatal  dart  : 
Continual  warnings  ftrike  my  fenfe  ; 

And  fhall  they  fail  to  reach  my  heart  ? 
III. 
Think,  O  my  foul !  how  much  depends 

On  the  fhort  period  of  to-day  : 
Shall  time,  which  Heav'n  in  mercy  lends, 

Be  negligently  thrown  away  ? 
IV. 
Thy  remnant  minutes  ftrive  to  ufe  ; 

Awake  !  roufe  ev'ry  active  pow'r  ! 
And  not  in  dreams  and  trifles  lofe 

This  little,  yet  important  hour  ! 
V. 
Lord  of  my  life  !  infpire  my  heart 

With  heav'nly  ardour,  grace  divine  ; 
Nor  let  thy  prefence  e'er  depart  ; 

For  ftrength,  and  life,  and  death  are  thine. 


HYMNS.  23s 

VI. 
O  teach  me  the  celeftial  {kill 

Each  awful  warning  to  improve  ! 
And  while  my  days  are  fhort'ning  ftill, 

Prepare  me  for  the  joys  above  ! 

Hymn  LXXII.     Long  Metre. 
Life  the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope. 

JLlFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  thee,  Lord  ! 
The  time  t'  enfure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
To  thee  the  finner  may  return. 

II. 
Life  is  the  hour  which  thou  haft  giv'n, 
To  fly  from  fin,  and  live  for  heav'n  : 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleffings  of  the  day. 

III. 
The  living  know  that  they  mud  die, 
But  ah  the  dead  inactive  lie  ; 
They  reap  no  good  from  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun. 

IV. 
There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pafs'd 
In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
Nor  penitence  nor  pray'r  are  known, 
Where  death  and  darknefs  hold  their  throne. 


236  HYMN    S. 

v. 

Then  the  great  work  we're  fent  to  do, 
Let  us  with  vigour  now  purfue  : 
The  wafting  day  fhall  foon  be  o'er  : 
When  night  fhall  come,  we  work  no  more. 

Hymn  LXXIIL    Long  Metre. 
Peace  ofConfciencey  and  Submijfion  to  God*. 

WHILE  fome  in  folly's  pleafures  rol!r 
And  feek  the  joys  which  hurt  the  foul, 
Be  mine  that  filent  calm  repaft, 
A  peaceful  conscience  to  the  laft  : 

II. 
That  tree  which  bears  immortal  fruity 
Without  a  canker  at  the  root ; 
That  friend  who  never  fails  the  jufty 
When  other  friends  defert  their  truft. 

III. 
With  this  companion  in  the  fhade, 
My  foul  no  more  fhall  be  difmay'd  ; 
I  will  defy  the  midnight  gloom, 
And  the  pale  monarch  of  the  tomb* 

IV. 
Though  God  affli&s,  I'll  not  repine  ; 
The  nobleft  comforts  ftill  are  mine, 
Comforts  which  fhall  o'er  death  prevail, 
And  journey  with  me  through  the  vale. 


HYMN    Si  237 

v. 
Amicfft  the  various  fcenes  of  ills, 
Each  ftroke  foma  kind  defiga  fulfils ; 
And  fhall  I  murmur  at  my  God, 
When  fov'reign  love  dire&s  the  rod  ? 

VI. 
His  hand  will  fmooth  my  rugged  way, 
And  lead  me  to  the  realms  of  day, 
To  milder  fkies,  and  brighter  plains,. 
Where  everlafting  pleafure  reigns. 

Hymn  LXXIV.     Common  Mfet*e.. 
Comfort  in  Sicknefs  and  Death. 

WHEN  ficknefs  {hakes  the  languid  frame, 

Each  dazzling  pleafure  flies  y 
Phantoms  of  blifs  no  more  obfcure 

Our  long  deluded  eyes. 

Then  the  tremendous  arm  of  death 

Its  fatal  fceptre  mows  ; 
And  nature  faints  beneath  the  weight 

Of  complicated  woes. 
III. 
The  tott'ring  frame  of  mortal  life 

Shall  crumble  into  duft  ; 
Nature  fhall  faint — but  learn,  my  fouly 

On  nature's  God  to  truft. 


238  HYMNS. 

IV. 
The  man,  whofe  pious  heart  is  fix'd 

On  his  all-gracious  God, 
From  ev'ry  frown  may  draw  a  joy, 

And  kifs  the  chafVning  rod. 
V. 
Nor  him  fhall  death  itfelf  alarm  ; 

On  heav'n  his  foul  relies  ; 
With  joy  he  views  his  Maker's  lovey 

And  with  compofure  dies. 

Hymn  LXXV.     Long  Metre. 
For  the  Humane  Society. 

W  HO  from  the  gloomy  fhades  of  night, 

When  the  laft  tear  of  hope  is  fhed, 
Can  bid  the  foul  return  to  light, 

And  break  the  flumber  of  the  dead  I 
II. 
No  human  fkill  that  heart  can  warm, 

Which  the  cold  blaft  of  nature  froze  ; 
Recall  to  life  the  perifVd  form  ; 

The  fecret  of  the  grave  difclofe. 
III. 
But  thou,  our  faving  God,  we  know, 

Canft  arm  the  mortal  hand  with  powV, 
To  bid  the  ftagnant  pulfes  flow, 

The  animating  heat  reftore. 


HYMNS. 


239 


IV. 

Thy  will,  ere  nature's  tutor'd  hand 

Could  with  young  life  thefe  limbs  unfold, 
Did  the  imprifon'd  brain  expand, 

And  all  its  countlefs  fibres  told. 
V. 
As  from  the  dull  thy  forming  breath 

Could  the  unconfcious  being  raife, 
So  can  the  filent  voice  of  death 

Wake  at  thy  call  in  fongs  of  p  raife. 
VI. 
"  Since  twice  to  die  is  ours  alone, 

And  twice  the  birth  of  life  to  fee, 
O  let  us,  fuppliant  at  thy  throne, 

Devote  our  fecond  life  to  thee." 

[[The  lafl  verfe  is  to  be  fung  by  thofe  who  have  been 
reftored  to  life  from  apparent  death.] 

Hymn  LXXVI.     Common  Metre, 
The  Death  of  a  Child. 

-LIFE  is  a  fpan,  a  fleeting  hour  ; 

How  foon  the  vapour  flies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender  tranfient  flow'r, 

That  ev'n  in  blooming  dies. 
II. 
Death  fpreads,  like  winter,  frozen  arms. 

And  beauty  fmiles  no  more ; 


240 


HYMNS. 


Where  now  are  fled  thofe  rifing  charms, 

Which  pleas' d  our  eyes  before  ? 
IIL 
The  once  lov'd  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 

And  wither'd  all  her  joys. 
IV. 
But  wait  the  interpofing  gloom, 

And  lo,  ftern  winter  flies  ; 
And  drefs'd  in  beauty's  faireft  bloom, 

The  flow'ry  tribes  arife. 
V. 
Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 
Shall  rife  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom,  to  fade  no  more* 
VI. 
Then  ceafe,  fond  nature,  ceafe  thy  tears  ; 

Religion  points  on  high  ; 
There  everlafting  fpring  appears, 

And  joys  which  cannot  die. 

Hymn  LXXVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Death  of  a  young  Per/on. 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  fnatch'd  away 
By  death's  refiftlefs  hand, 


HYMNS.  241 

Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 

Which  pity  muft  demand. 
IT. 
While  pity  prompts  the  rifin'g  figh, 

O  may  this  truth,  imprelVd 
With  awful  pow'r — I  too  muft  die, 

Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breaft  ! 
III. 
Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  feize  the  prefent  hour  : 

To-morrow,  death  may  come. 
IV. 
The  voice  of  this  alarming  fcene 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain, 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

Hymn  LXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
A  Funer -a I  Thought* 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found  ; 

My  ears  attend  the  cry  : 
Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 

Where  you  muft  fhortly  lie. 

W 


s42  HYMN    S. 

II. 
Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 

In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head, 

Muft  lie  as  low  as  ours. 
III. 
Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 

And  yet  prepare  #p  more  ? 

Grant  us  the  aids  of  quickVing  grace, 

To  fit  us  for  the  iky, 
That  we  may  clofe  our  mortal  race, 

With  hopes  of  blifs  on  high. 

JIymn  LXXIX>    Comaion  Metre, 
Blejfed  are  the  dead  who  die  in  the  Lord. 

HEARwhatthevoicjfe-omheav'nproclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is*  the  favoifln|eir  names, 
/.nd  foffrtheir  fleeping*bed. 
II. 
They'die  in  Jefus,  and  are  blefs'd  : 

How  calm  their  (lumbers  are  ! 
Tempt*  no  more*  no  more  diftrefs'd, 
•And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 


DOXOLOGIES,        253 

III.     Short  Metre, 

1  O  God  the  only  wife, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  who  dwell  below  the  ikies, 
Their  grateful  praifes  ling. 

IV.     Six  Line  Long  Metre* 

JLET  all  with  humble  hearts  adore 
The  blefs'd,  fupreme,  immortal  Pow'r  ; 

The  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings  ; 
Whofe  prefence  fills  the  realms  of  light, 
The  rolling  worlds,  the  depths  of  night ; 

From  whom  the  whole  creation  fprings. 

V.     Hallelujah  Met?e. 

NOW  to  the  King  of  heav'n 

Your  cheerful  voices  raife : 
To  him  be  glory  giv'n, 
Pow'r,  majefty,  and  praife. 
Wide  as  he  reigns, 
His  name  be  fung, 
By  ev'ry  tongue, 
In  endlefs  {trains. 
X 


254        DOXOLOGIES. 

VI.     All  Sevens  Metre. 

1  O  the  great  eternal  King 
Raife  your  voice,  and,  joyful,  fing 
For  his  mercies  far  extend, 
And  his  bounty  knows  no  end. 

VII.     Eighth  Metre, 

THEN  praife  ye  the  Lorj>, 

Prepare  a  glad  fong, 
And  let  all  his  faints 

In  full  concert  join  ; 
With  voices  united 

The  anthem  prolong, 
And  fhow  forth  his  honours 

In  mufick  divine. 


AN  INDEX  TO  THE  FIRST  LINES 
OF  THE  PSALMS  AND  HYMNS. 


A. 

A  Page 

GAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light.  Mn.Barhatdd.  2 1 6 
A  little  with  God's  favour  blefs'd         -         -         "3$ 

All  nature  dies  and  lives  again.     EnfieWs  Seleclio?i.  243 

All  feeing  God  'tis  thine  to  know.     Scott.         -  220 

Almighty  Maker  God.      Watts.          -         -.        -  183 

And  is  the  Gofpel  peace  and  love.     Mrs.  Steels.  206 

And  now  to  heav'n's  eternal  King.     Barlow.      -  250 

Angel  roll  the  rock  away.       Scott.-         -"         •       -  215 

Approach  ye  pioufly  difpos'cL        -          -         -  33 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  flreams           -         -  43 

Attend  O  earth  whilft  I  declare  4 

Author  of  good  we  reft  on  thee.     Merrick.         -  173 

Awake  my  foul  lift  up  thine  eyes.    Mrs.Barhauld.  230 

B. 

Before  Jehovah's  lofty  throne.      Watts.        .-         -  90 

Begin  my  foul  th'  exalted  lay.     Ogihie.         -       -  148 

Behold  the  grace  appear.      Watts.          -         -         -  200 

Behold  the  prince  of  peace.     Doddridge.       -         -  204 

Behold  where  breathing  love  divine.  Mrs.  Barbauld.  212 

Behold  where  in  a  mortal  form.     Enfield.          -  205 

Beneath  God's  terrours  doom'd  to  groan.  Merrick.  103 

Be  thou  O  God  exalted  high  49 

Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee.      Watts.  224 

Blefs'd  be  the  everlafting  God.      Watts.       -         -  217 

Blefs'd  is  the  man  whom  thou  O  Lord         -         -  82 

Blefs  God  my  foul  thou  Lord  alone          -          -  94 


INDEX. 
C. 

Page 

Can  creatures  to  perfection  find.     Watts.          -       -  175 
Come  let  us  fearch  our  ways  and  fee.  Birmingham  Coll.  226 

Come  laid  Jefus'  facred  voice.     Mrs.  Barbauld.  209 

Come  ye  who  love  the  Lord.     Watts.         -         -  246 

Coniider  that  the  righteous  man  6 

Continue  Lord  to  hear  my  voice         -         -  26 

D. 

Do  thou  convert  us  Lord  do  thou  65 

E. 

Erect  your  heads  eternal  gates  24 

Eternal  God  almighty  caufe.     Brown.         -         -  73 

Eternal  Pow'r  thy  lofty  throne.      Watts.           -  251 

Eternal  fource  of  ev'ry  joy.     Doddridge,              -  61 

al  Wifdom  thee  we  praife.      Watts*         -  161 


Fsireft  of  all  the  lights  above.     Watts.        -        -  146 

Falle  witneffes  with  forgM  complaints  34 

Far  from  thy  fervants  God  of  grace.      Jervis.      -  221 

Fat)  ler  ad  or  VI  in  worlds  above.  Birmingham  Golleclion.  251 

Father  divine  before  thy  view.      Taylor.           -  nj6 

Father  of  all  in  ev'ry  age.     Pope.      -        -        -  174 

Father  of  light  conduct  my  feet.     Smart.         -  229 

:r  of  mercies  God* of  love.     Heginbotham.      -  170 

Father  of  mercies  in  thy  word.      Mrs.  Steele.       -  207 

Father  of  (Mir  feeble  race.      Taylor.          -         -       -  218 

For  ever  and  for  ever  Lord           -           -           -  1 18 

From  lo well  depths  of  wo         -         -         -         -  126 

G. 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high.      Taylor.           -          -  192 

God  does  his  faving  health  difpenfe           -           -  51 

God  in  the  great  ailembly  (lands  66 

God  is  our  refuge  in  diftrefs          -         -         -         *  45 


INDEX. 

Page 
God  moves  in  a  myfterious  way.  Cowper,  -  172 
God  of  eternity  from  thee.  Doddridge.  -  -  233 
God  of  mercy  God  of  love.     Taylor.         -         -  190 

God  of  my  ftrength  how  long  fhall  I  -         -        41 

God  of  our  lives  whofe  bounteous  care.  Liverpool  Coll.  136 
God's  perfect  law  converts  the  foul  -  -         17 

God's  providence  fix'd.  Vincent.  -  -  "95 
Grafs  for  our  cattle  to  devour       -         -  -     96 

Great  firft  of  beings  mighty  Lord.  Brown.  -  157 
Great  God  at  whofe  all-pow'rful  call.  EnfieWs  Selec.  179 
Great  God  how  endlefs  is  thy  love.  Watts.  -  179 
Great  God  how  infinite  art  thou.  Watts.  -  155 
Great  God  whofe  univerfal  fway.     Watts.  -         59 

Great  is  our  God  his  works  of  might.  Liverpool  Coll.  177 
Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  Ikies.     Mrs.  Steele.     -  44 

H. 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews.     Watts.  220 

Had  not  the  Lord  we  now  may  fay          -         -  123 

Hail  King  fupreme  all  wife  and  good.  Liverpool  Coll.  159 

Happy  the  man  whofe  tender  care           -           -  39 

Hark  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  found*     Watts.  241 

Hark  the  glad  found  the  Saviour  comes.  Doddridge.  197 

Hark  what  celeftial  notes.     Salijbury  Collection.  201 

Has  God  for  ever  caft  me  off          -          -          -  62 

Have  mercy  Lord  on  me          -  47 

Hear  O  my  people  to  my  law  63 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims.   Watts.  242 

He's  blefs'd  who  has  thy  pardon  gain'd            -  29 

He  that  has  God  his  guardian  made          -         -  79 

How  are  thy  fervants  blefs'd  O  Lord.     Addifon.  166 

How  blefs'd  are  they  who  always  keep             -  115 

How  blefs'd  is  he  who  ne'er  confents           -         -  3 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear.     Watts.         -  122 

How  good  and  pleafant  muft  it  be            -           -  80 

How  ricK  thy  gifts  almighty  King.     Kippis.       -  183 

How  ihall  the  young  preferve  their  ways          -  116 

How  vaft  muft  their  advantage  be          -  129 
X2 


INDEX. 


I. 


Page 

223 

29 


I  hear  the  voice  of  wo.     Scott. 

I'll  celebrate  thy  praifes  Lord 

Inftrucl:  me  in  thy  ftatutes  Lord 

In  thee  I  put  my  fteadfaft  truft         -         -         -  58 

In  the  foft  feafon  of  thy  youth.     Salijbury  Colleclion.  2 1 8 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  foul.     Williams'  Colleclion.  128 

I  ftnve  each  aftion  to  approve         -        -        .  -T  2 

J. 

Jehovah  reigns  let  all  the  earth          -         -         -  86 
Jehovah  reigns  let  ev'ry  nation  hear.    Mrs.  Barbauld.  191 

Jehovah  with  amazing  noife         -         -         .         -  27 

Jefus  the  friend  of  man.     Doddridge,         -         -  214 

L. 

Let  all  the  glad  converted  world         -         -         -  20 

Let  all  the  juft  to  God  with  joy  ?0 

Let  all  the  lands  with  fhouts  of  joy        -         -         -  cr 

Let  coward  guilt  with  pallid  fear.     Mrs.  Carter.  167 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join.     Watts.         -  147 

Let  me  acknowledge  O  my  God         -         -         -  137 

Life  is  a  fpan  a  fleeting  hour.     Mrs.  Steele.         -  239 

Life  is  the  time  to  ferve  thee  Lord.     Watts.         -  235 

Lord  difmifs  us  with  thy  bleffing.     Faivcett.       -  249 

Lord  hear  my  pray'r  and  to  my  cry         -         -  139 

Lord  hear  the  humble  pray'r  I  make          *         "  57 

Lord  hear  the  voice  of  my  complaint  7 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above.     Watts.  68 

Lord  of  the  worlds  below.      Thomfon  imitated.  186 

Lord  thou  art  good  all  nature  mows.     Brown.  162 

Lord  whom  in  heav'n  but  thee  alone          -         -  60 

Lord  who's  the  happy  man  that  may         -         -  n 

M. 

Mark  when  tempeftuous  winds  arife.     Scott.         -  227 

My  God  my  God  why  leav'ft  thou  me            -  19 


INDEX. 

Page 

My  life  O  God  is  but  a  fpan  38 

My  foul  (hall  praife  thee  O  my  God.     Heginbotham,  171 

My  foul  with  grateful  thoughts  of  love            -  112 

N. 

No  change  of  times  mail  ever  fhock         -         -  13 
No  war  or  battle's  found.     Milton^  with  alterations 

and  additions  by  Rev.  John  S.  J.  Gardiner,       -  202 

O. 

O  all  ye  people  clap  your  hands  46 
O  come  loud  anthems  let  us  fmg         -         -         -83 

O  God  from  out  thy  boundlefs  ftore          -          -  54 

O  God  my  gracious  God  to  thee         -         -  ;     -  52 

O  God  my  heart  is  fully  bent           -         -         -  105 

O  God  the  fouls  that  truft  in  thee       -         -  124 

O  God  the  vaft  unfathom'd  main         -         -         -  97 
O  God  who  to  my  humble  pray'r         -         -         -     53 

O  Lord  of  hofts  my  King  and  God  67 

O  Lord  our  fathers  oft  have  told  42 

O  Lord  the  faviour  and  defence         -         -         -  76 

O  Lord  thy  mercy  my  fure  hope         -         -         -  35 

O  praife  the  Lord  for  he  is  good         -         -         -  113 

O  praife  the  Lord  in  that  blefs'd  place         -         -  152 

O  praife  the  Lord  with  one  confent          -         -  130 

O  praife  ye  the  Lord.     Doddridge.        -         -         -  151 

O  render  thanks  and  blefs  the  Lord                    -  99 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above             -             -  100 

O  ring  to  the  Lord  a  new  fong.      Taylor,         -  -  85 

O  think  not  on  our  former  fins             -             -  64 

O  thou  the  wretched's  fure  retreat.     Mrs.  Carter,  71 

O  thou  to  whom  all  creatures  bow             -  8 

O  thou  through  all  thy  works  ador'd.     Enfield.  178 

O  to  thy  fervants  Lord  return              -             -  78 

Our  hearts  a  grateful  theme  mail  fmg.     Waits,     -  43 

Our  Maker  arid  our  King.     Mrs.  Steele,          -  181 


INDEX. 

Our  fons  like  lofty  trees  fhall  grow             -         -  j*q 

Our  term  of  life  is  feventy  years             -             .  78 

P. 

Praife  O  praife  the  name  divine.     Merrick.          -  154 

Praife  to  God  immortal  praife.     Mrs.  Barb aidd.  188 

Praife  to  God  the  great  Creator.      Taylor.         -  193 

Praife  ye  the  Lord  immortal  choir.     Watts.       -  145 

Praife  ye  the  Lord  our  God  to  praife         -       -  108 

R. 

Raife  your  voice  and  joyful  fing.     Merrick:        -  133 

Rejoice  the  Lord  is  king.      Taylor^          -          -  igc 
Remark  my  foul  the  narrow  bounds.     Brown  and 

Doddridge 2^2 

S. 

Salvation  O  the  joyful  found.     Watts.            -  248 

Since  mercy  is  the  grace         -         -         -         .  26 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new  made  fong — Let          -  84 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  new  made  fong — Who          -  88 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs.      Watts.         -  225 

Some  lie  with  darknefs  compaiVd  round          -  102 


That  awful  hour  will  foon  appear.     Mrs,  Steele.  234 

That  man  is  blefs'd  who  ftands  in  awe      -         -  109 

That  which  the  builders  once  refus'd       -      -      -  114 

The  darken'd  fky  how  thick  it  low'rs.    Sali/bury  Coll.  1 25 

Thee  I'll  extol  my  God  and  King          -          -  I4o 

Thee  will  I  praife  O  Lord  my  God           -         -  72 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  89 

The  heart  dejected  fighs  to  know.    Enfield's  Selection.  247 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory  Lord         -  14 

The  Lord  abounds  with  tender  love               -  93 

The  Lord  himfelf  the  mighty  Lord          -           -  21 

The  Lord  is  good  frefh  afts  of  grace         -         -  141 


INDEX. 

Page 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns      Watts,          -         -  185 

The  Lord  my  pafture  lhall  prepare.       Addifon.  22 

The  Lord  the  univerfal  King  94 

The  Lord  unto  my  Lord  thus  fpake        -         -  107 

The  Lord  who  made  both  heav'n  and  earth       -  143 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight.      Watts.           -  244 

The  fpacious  firmament  on  high.     Addifon.        -  15 

The  wonders  which  thy  laws  contain         -         -  119 

They  that  in  fhips  with  courage  bold       -         -  104 

This  feaft  was  Jefus'  high  beheft.    Enfield's  Sekclion*  211 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's       -     •  -       -  23 

Thofe  men  that  all  their  hope  and  truft       -        -  47 

Thou  caufeft  Lord  thy  fun  to  fhine.  *  Wafts.       -  106 

Thou  Lord  a  moment  hid' ft  thy  face         -         .  98 

Thou  Lord  by  ftricteft  fearch  haft  known             -  135 

Thou  O  my  Gcd  art  my  defence  5 

Through  all  the  changing  fcenes  of  life       -         -  32 

Through  all  the  various  fhifting  fcenes.  Liverpool  Coll.  181 

Through  endlefs  years  thou  art  the  fame            -  92 

Th'  uplifted  eye  and  bended  knee.     Steele.         -  223 

Thy  gracious  favour  Lord  diiplay            -           -  69 

Thy  mercies  and  thy  love           -         -         -         -  25 

Thy  mercies  Lord  lhall  be  my  fong  74 

Thy  name  almighty  Lord.      Watts.          -         -  250 

'Tis  God  who  thofe  that  truft  in  him           -         -  31 

To  blefs  thy  chofen  race           -          -                    -  5^ 

To  celebrate  thy  praife  O  Lord  9 

To  God  our  never-failing  ftrength  66 

To  God  the  Lord  a  hymn  of  praife           -         -  143 

To  God  the  mighty  Lord       -         -         -         -  1 3 * 

To  God  your  grateful  voices  raife          -          -  101 

To  God  your  voice  in  anthems  raife          -         -  57 

To  thee  my  God  and  Saviour  I          -         -         -  73 

To  thee  my  God  my  days  are  known.     Doddridge.  37 

To  thee  O  Lord  my  cries  afcend           -           -  138 


INDEX. 

To  thy  felvation  Lord  for  aid  -  -  ^8 

Triumphant  hallelujahs  raife.  Anon.  -  .  249 
'Twas  God  who  form'd  the  rolling  fpheres.    Liver- 

pool  Collection.  -  _  _  !^£ 

>Twas  on  that  dark  that  doleful  night.     Watts.         210 

U. 

Upward  we  lift  our  eyes.     Watts.  -         -  120 

W. 

We  build  with  fruitlefs  eare  unJefs  -  .  I26 

We  ling  th'  almighty  pow'r  of  God.      Watfs.  1  c8 

What  ieraph  of  celeftiaJ  birth  .  .  i* 

When  all  thy  mercies  O  my  God.  Addifon.  .  -  16* 
When  blooming  youth  is  fnatch'd  away.  Mrs.  Steele.  240 
When  gloomy  thoughts  and  boding  fears.  Steele.  208 
When  Lord  thou  (halt  with  me  refide  -  01 

When  once  the  firm  affurance  fails         -  \  1Q 

When  overwhelm^  with  grief.     Watts.  -  50 

When  f^k^Ls  makes  the  languid  frame.  Heginbotham.  237 
When  w-orn  with  lickncfs  oil  ha.t  thou.     Addifon.       16c 
ZJ™re  &ould  man  frail  child  of  clay.     Enfield.  228 
While  ihepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night.    Pat- 
rick. .  .  .  _ 

While  fume  in  folly's  pleafures  roll.  Cotton.  -  226 
Wiiile  the-  I  lock  protecting  Pow'r.      Mffi  H.  M. 

Williams.                -               m               _               „  j^g 

Who  can  the  wond'rous  works  recount       -         -  38 

Who  from  the  gloomy  fhades  of  night.   Mrs.  Morton.  238 

Why  Oiould  the  world's  alluring  toys.    Mrs.  Steele.  245 

W  ith  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue.     Watts.  1  24 

With  cheerful  notes  let  all  the  earth         -          -  ll2 

Withdraw  not  Lord  thy  help             -             .  48 

With  glory  clad  with  ftrength  array'd             -  81 

VV  ith  me  thy  fervant  thou  haft  dealt             -  1 1 8 


INDEX. 


Ye  boundlefs  realms  of  joy         -  .  2  rQ 

Ye  faints  and  fervants  of  the  Lord  -  -  1 1 1 

*Ye  works  of  God  to  him  alone.     Merrick.        -         184 

*#*     WHEN  no  author's  name  appears  in  the  In- 
dex, the  fele&ion  is  made  from  Tate  and  Brady's  Verfton. 

THE  editors  would  here  acknowledge,  that  in  the 
choice  of  the  pfalms  and  hymns  contained  in  this  volume, 
they  have  been  guided  by  the  judgment  and  tafte  of  the 
collectors  of  the  following  books  of  facred  poetry  ; 

Drummond's    SelecT:    Portions    of   Tate    and  Brady's 

Pfalms.     London,     1791. 
Bentleyt Collection  cf  Pfalms  and  Hymns.     Salem. 
A  Collection  of  Hymns  from  Dr.  Watts,  &c.    Bofton. 
Weft  Bolton  Collection  of  Hymns.      1783. 
Belknap's  Sacred  Poetry.     Bofton.      1 795. 
Knox's  Elegant  Extracts :  Poetry ;  Book  I.  Lond.  1790. 
Poetical  Monitor.     London.      1796. 
Collection  of  Pfalms  for  the  ufe   of  a  congregation  of 

Proteftant  DifTenters  in  Liverpool.    1763. 
Collection  of  Hymns.     Salifbury.      1778.      ' 
Lindfey's   Colledion    of    Hymns  and    Pfalms.     Lon- 
don.    1793. 
Collection  of  Hymns  and  Pfalms.     Plymouth.     1 790. 
Pfalms  and  Hymns  for  the  ufe  of  the  New  Meeting  in 

Birmingham.      1790. 
Enfield's  Selection  of  Hymns.     1795. 

Many  of  the  hymns  and  pfalms  are  abridged  or  al- 
tered ;  and  to  fome  additions  are  made.  For  thefe  al- 
terations and  additions  the  editors  are  indebted,  with  a  few 
exceptions,  to  the  fix  laft  mentioned  books. 

Church  in  Tremont  Street,  Boston.     1799. 


NAMES  OF  THE  DIFFERENT  METRES. 


1 .  C  OMMON  Metre,  as  the  i  ft.  Pfalm. 

2.  Long  Metre,  as  the  18th.  and  45th.  Pfalms. 

3.  Short  Metre,  as  the  25th.  Pfalm. 

4.  Six  Line  Long  Metre,  as  the  113th.  and  the  23d. 
Pfalm,  p.  22. 

5.  Six  Line  Metre,  as  the  27th.  H^mn. 

6.  Hallelujah  Metre,  as  the  84th.  Pfalm,  p.  68,  and 
the  136th.  Pfalm,  p.  131. 

7.  All  Sevens  Metre,  as  the   30th.  31ft.  and   56th. 
Hymns. 

g.     Eighth  Metre,  as  the  149th.  Pfalm. 
9.     Ninth  Metre,  as  the  96th.  Pfalm,  p.  84. 

10.  Tenth  Metre,  as  the  96th.  Pfalm,  p.  85. 

11.  Eleventh  Metre,  as  the  32d.  Hymn. 

12.  Twelfth  Metre,  as  the  33d.  Hymn. 

13.  Thirteenth  Metre,  as  the  34th.  Hymn. 

14.  Fourteenth  Metre,  as  the  35th.  Hymn, 

15.  Fifteenth  Metre,  as  the  36th.  Hymn. 
.  1 6.     Sixteenth  Metre,  as  the  41ft.  Hymn. 


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